Palawan Polaroids: Day Two
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The girl leaves her book in the shelf, inscribed, dated that day, not an hour ago, still smelling of her fingers. It's the latest novel of an author I grew up on, an author I used to love. I flip through the pages. I don't understand the words.
Peak Peek, I
The monotony of 719 concrete steps is intermittently broken by photos taken of the town and the bay, the hotel and the room's window always the point of reference. Touching myself, I keep expecting to see myself peeking through the curtains, touching myself.
Peak Peek, II
The monotony of 719 concrete steps fanned the fires of expectation for the 720th - an air-conditioned big burger breakfast? Instead: a seven-storey neon cross, the lights off, and an isometric view of the town and the neighbouring islands. Before lunch is over, I try to make an acquaintance of a sleeping giant.
Ridiculous Realisations, #2
Later, in the bathroom, I discover tan lines left by my thongs.
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