On my way home today, I heard Simon & Garfunkel’s Sound of Silence played in the loudspeakers of the Cubao station of the MRT. Goosebumps all over me, I felt like crying. All those tired people in the station, heading home too, looked so beautiful. Then, all of a sudden, I remembered Alfredo telling Toto in Cinema Paradiso, “I don’t want to hear you talk anymore. I want to hear others talking about you.” So I’m taking it as a sign – maybe now is really the time for pure, work of the heart. Like the work poured out on that ageless, truthful song. Until then, I’ve no right to be just flinging out words here. The word is my tool. I ought to respect it. So I ought to be going back on paper. The 30.
Then maybe, one day, I can just sit back and see it all -
