adam

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so much recollections for so little time ⌛️

[long post overdue] to one of the most important person i met during college, i still have your kindness and warmth inside my core. i can’t believe our lives met in this dimension and every moment i spent with you was treasured even in my dreams. our bodies may disappear long after our prime, but our memories and the love we share will forever be existing in every corner of the universe. know that i shed tears in your absence for months. i hope to meet you soon after this trying times. i miss you and i love you. 💌 every day is your day, bee. belated happy birthday! 🐝

once upon a time, there’s a parasite who lives inside an entity. #retold

Puting Anino (2025) shaped by doubt, pain, and loneliness, filling those marks with white ink triggers our sensitivity to the glaring light. together with my college blockmates, we dug up our old photos from primary and secondary school and brought them to life using liquid eraser and scans to make them move again. it was our way of holding on to those memories in that uncertain time before college graduation. the ‘white shadow’ personifies the guides who are, ironically, ashamed to be labeled as such—possessed by an awareness that lives within the subconscious. the use of liquid eraser marks up the way on how we try to erase the past to further cast the white shadow. it was really difficult for me to sit in a space when we compile this. it is as if it carries a deep loss of the dreams we once had. like many others, i have so many dreams, and many of them have disappeared being consoled into the void. lingering white shadows reminds us that we, too, are not alone. it is not something to escape from; we simply are it—hiding in the depths of pain, hunger, and survival.

tanaw ng panunumbalik

spiraling on a dilemma between letting the ball drop or cherish the exhilarating experiences i had. i just wanted to catch my breath really.