
Paving over our instincts
As a man boarded the bus somewhere in the middle of the sugarcane fields in Anilao, he caught my gaze. Drenched by the downpour, rain gleamed off his cheekbones, intensifying his sharp features. A deep wrinkle etched on his forehead, between his eyebrows, and a thin scar outlined his upper lip. His
August 18, 2026
