nibong

2 phones, 2 lines and both state the unreachable. over mountains and valleys, hills, planes and plateaus. i imagine skies, blue skies with white clouds drifting past. the movie watched just this evening showed a changing landscape of clouds, of a dormant building standing still while the clouds made a rush across the skies.

2 phones, 2 lines and both state the unreachable. should i have gone to meet you previously then? 10 days, 240 hours. pristine sparkling floors. never the weekend, i was never the weekend girl. i was never the girl you caught the movie with, neither was i ever the girl you visited spanking new malls with. ever.

and consciousness brings to mind - fleeting images, when touch reaches back and tugs at a memory gone astray, to bring it so clearly back to you that you wonder at how you could ever have forgotten.
the biggest mall in asia. food. taxis and cheap bars. rats.

memory pulled back. taut.
crusing along, nibong station. still unopened, unavailable for transport, even after a span of almost 2 years. nothing much has changed. the U-turn at the end. desertedness. no one. emptiness.