displacement
i feel terribly displaced. it's been more than 2 months since i last drove. commuting is great and all. there are times where i find squeezing through the mrt at hellhour as a cheap thrill. i find more time to read. i save more. but sometimes the city gets to me. i wonder how people who wade through the rush hour manage to keep sane.
i miss driving and the meditation i get traversing manila's roads at odd hours, every turn, road imperfection and rhythm of the road and the feel of the engine i've known like the back of my had since '96. i still hate the traffic though, but i have ways to deal with that. i have to get out of this rut but the weather isn't really helping at all.
i miss driving and the meditation i get traversing manila's roads at odd hours, every turn, road imperfection and rhythm of the road and the feel of the engine i've known like the back of my had since '96. i still hate the traffic though, but i have ways to deal with that. i have to get out of this rut but the weather isn't really helping at all.