On my way home today from work, I heard Simon & Garfunkel’s Sound of Silence played in the loudspeakers of the Cubao station of the MRT. It was playing over the stream of all those people. I felt like crying. 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.
So I ought to be going back on paper. The 30.
Then maybe, one day, I can just sit back and see it all –