The Marocharim Experiment

Ue o muite arukou (I look up when I’m walking) Namida ga kobore nainoyouni (To stop my tears from falling) Omoidasu harunohi (Remembering the spring) Hitoribotchi no yoru (On this lonely night)* *     *     * I remember it like it was yesterday, although it happened all of three years ago.  A flash of lightning, a [...]

Estragon: I can’t go on like this. Vladimir: That’s what you think. – Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

They always say that there’s light at the end of the tunnel.  In roads that know no end, though, the only thing that remains would be an afterglow.  Or maybe that a pair of glowing headlights will give way to a few more, or a dozen more, until the road becomes a light show of [...]

His guitar and raspy voice probably weren’t heard as much.  It has a lot to do with where he was playing, I guess.  Above him were the trains, below him were the buses, and around him were people who were listening to music blaring from their earphones and MP3 players.  The humid weather probably didn’t [...]

Pardon me while I start raving.  Pebbles and rocks fall from the air; whomever it hits… I do not care. What we have is this: Ted Failon, a famous newscaster, is a suspect in the shooting of his wife, Trinidad.  It made waves, all right; it’s in the headlines, it’s in the blogosphere, and it’s [...]