Memory soup

I wanted to write and record some thoughts about each month but I keep failing at it. I need to be more intentional in designing this.

February. Cold.

March. Farms, checking fruits and veggies. Confused and amazed at this singular ATM machine which was virtually in the middle of nowhere (Nueva Ecija). The most interesting thing was that in the middle of nowhere, minus air and light pollution, the night sky was so dark, making the stars light up quite brightly. Probably the most stars I’ve seen in my entire life.

April. Scorching heat. Short meeting with father. Incredibly moved by Platon. This guy gets it. Of course he had a background in graphic design and likes architecture. His father draws. OF COURSE. It inevitably leaks in his work. I feel affirmed and inspired by his pov. There was a phrase about being close to the soul as possible. I like that.