Comeuppance and whatnot
So, I sent the last dream to Gemma and Endherson, as I always do, to get their feedback but mostly to share what's been going on. Which is something I've been doing with them for a while now. Gemma's back to school and Endherson is in Bogota to process his passport renewal. As much as a I looked forward to their feedback, we're all kind of dealing with real life.
For the past few days, I've been talking to new partners on Tandem. Normally, I don't bother people I've only known for five days. But since the subjunctive became my vomit word, it just felt like the most normal thing to share how I've been learning it. I didn't expect to get so much feedback but people were genuinely very helpful.
Which I appreciate. Anybody taking their time to read a page worth of anyone's dreams is a good egg in my book. Amidst the darkness that threatens to consume my world, it feels strangely comforting for people to read you and listen to you, whether you're writing about your dreams or your fears about living in Marcos country.
Which is something I was happy to share, too. Every conversation I've had on Tandem since last Monday was about the elections and that family because how else do you answer a ¿Cómo estás? these days as a Filipina who isn't interested in being a sycophant of dictators? Si pudiese regresar al pasado, viajaría al infancia de el padre del nuevo tirano y cometería infanticidio. I reckon the subjunctive isn't going to be that hard to practice if we're brimming with this much rage. A lot of dreams, a lot of regrets clawing their way out of our lips.
I have a lot I want to remember about this time in my life.
Pictures of UP. Pictures of Spain. Pictures of Bogota. Messages from Mexico. Messages from Almaty. Dreams of the earth opening up and swallowing me whole.
I am here emotionally:
For the past few days, I've been talking to new partners on Tandem. Normally, I don't bother people I've only known for five days. But since the subjunctive became my vomit word, it just felt like the most normal thing to share how I've been learning it. I didn't expect to get so much feedback but people were genuinely very helpful.
Which I appreciate. Anybody taking their time to read a page worth of anyone's dreams is a good egg in my book. Amidst the darkness that threatens to consume my world, it feels strangely comforting for people to read you and listen to you, whether you're writing about your dreams or your fears about living in Marcos country.
Which is something I was happy to share, too. Every conversation I've had on Tandem since last Monday was about the elections and that family because how else do you answer a ¿Cómo estás? these days as a Filipina who isn't interested in being a sycophant of dictators? Si pudiese regresar al pasado, viajaría al infancia de el padre del nuevo tirano y cometería infanticidio. I reckon the subjunctive isn't going to be that hard to practice if we're brimming with this much rage. A lot of dreams, a lot of regrets clawing their way out of our lips.
I have a lot I want to remember about this time in my life.
Pictures of UP. Pictures of Spain. Pictures of Bogota. Messages from Mexico. Messages from Almaty. Dreams of the earth opening up and swallowing me whole.
I am here emotionally: