*For Luis Katigbak, from an accidental fan, now indebted to you for always.
Your death came at a time when I felt that some things in me were dying too. My fire was burning out, I was growing tired, a phase that had probably been the tenth of its kind in my 25-year lifetime. So I decided on a drastic change, but one that still reeked of uncertainties.
I was going to leave the Philippines in months time, rejoining the tumultuous arcade of dysfunctional relationships and migration issues. I was desperate for an escape, but my only choice came in the form of another country where I was going to be broke and probably unhappy with strangers that happened to be my family.