“We made very ugly ruins, but they are our ruins. I like to haunt those places.”
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If nothing else, heed Moz’s advice and vote with intention in this upcoming federal election: “12,000 refugees. My life depends on this election.”
A country is like a relationship — messy, complicated, and impossible not to love.
This is an exercise in circular reasoning. Buckle up.
Woe! Woe upon words and the world from the day the word ‘wojak’ wormed its way into the hallowed halls of traditionally published literature.
The Alamat function not just as entertaining folklore, but as cultural compasses, guiding generations of Filipino children through supernatural narratives.
It truly doesn’t take much to be exactly who you want to pretend to be.
As indigenous peoples, we persevere, defying the colonial mindset and keeping our roots, and traditions, alive.
It feels as if my generation is the last to experience any semblance of a whimsical and outside-focused childhood.
We hear tales of our elders who grew up peacefully without the distractions of social media and truly lived in the present. Their backyards were their universe of discovery, their streets and the path to their individuality were infinite. Without buzzwords and microtrends shifting the culture every few months, they could carry the past into the present and future.
