THE NAKED MILE
Early Sunday about two weeks ago, as my father was driving me along Batasan Road, this was the scene that trapped us in one grave traffic:
a police officer conversing intensely on his radio,
a huddle of typical Filipino gossipmongers,
and a long trail of blood which led my view to...
A DEAD MAN ON HIS BACK, WITH HIS DAMAGED HEAD WITH OPEN EYES FACING ME.
Oh, being an individual with a vivid imagination has always made it easy for me to create morbid visions in my mind; but there will always be a nerve-wracking difference between just a thought and reality.
Later that day, I saw it on the news and found out that he was shot.
I immediately thought of that man's family. I mean, even if he was ever really a bad man worth killing, he's still got to have a family, right?
And with that, all I can say is that whatever the reason was for shooting that man...I wonder how we humans have turned into malevolent creatures who kill their own kind.