Serenity — it is something which forever I will seek; forever I will never receive.
Last night there was a fire somewhere in Barlin. An old building went up in flames, with the smoke reaching the streets of Sta Cruz and Bagong Lipunan. Before I went home I could smell the fire on campus, albeit faint.
The stress is astounding, actually, but I choose to stay calm despite the shitstorm going on in my life right now. There will be adjustments (like always); there will be sacrifices (as always), but for how much fuckery I’m willing to take… well, I don’t know.
“Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself.” [Mark Twain]