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[sabaku]

There use to be a girl in the wired named Evita. An intense communist and prodigy of fluid prose, she was one of the most fascinating creatures I’d ever encountered. She was Frida Kahlo reincarnated as an adolescent filipina writer with an infectious passion for knowledge and change. Though I disagreed with most of her hardcore political views, in a time of societal apathy I found her sincere war cries to be admiral and inspiring. The last time I heard from Evita was when I received a small, handmade booklet in the mail titled “Rising.” There was a sillhouette of a taurus at its opening. The text inside revealed a long, frustrating love story, the kind of story that you can’t start without finishing. It was teenage infatuation and teenage heart break from a mind that, to me, had always seemed ageless, and for the first time I saw a vulnerability that completed her as a character. I suddenly realized that previous to this new reading, I’d only known her as a two-dimensional manifesto on my computer screen. However, the story pages of that book unleashed what has become a metaphysical personality, living on its own, separate of its inspiration, and I have named this new entity Kanjirareru Koe.*

Koe is my best friend.

*kanjirareru = tangible
koe = voice