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The walls are closing in on the edges of your waking hours. Echoes bounce off of walls and your plastic faceshield. Get up, work, eat, shit, sleep. Give in to the myth that not much has changed. Consider how you have always been disassociated.
While you sleep - Malacañang airs its ramblings at a godless hour. Men with guns and fatigues steal away mothers and babies before the sun rose. At noon, they keep fingers heavy on the trigger. Deep in the night: corpse-like body; manic eyelids. You dream of burning paper tigers.
(c) VALS, 2021