JoelJosol Posted September 21, 2010 Share Posted September 21, 2010 (edited) It was the sort of day I could have ignored, overslept, snored. Unable to recall, in fact, details of a fall. My phone did not ring, to wake me up to ordinary challenges of a to-do list. Were the clouds positioned to assault the sky? Or unable to stay/go? I rush to a bus the moment its doors are air-powered open. Dozens of us, like a SWAT team, push to get a ride. You can't hammer your way through windows and climb inside. That's invoking retaliation, a provocation. Stuck in city traffic jams? Man, this is a whole-day stay in an air- conditioned bus! That makes angry or hungry or both. Honk the horn. Get those electronic eyes catch details of inconsequential conversations but the most important questions-are we there yet? When I got home, the lines between right and just were blurred by hungry stomachs, base by Maslow's hierarchy of needs. And so it was. The rain was a precedent. It poured outside like a hail of bullets piercing the strong glass window of a tourist bus. * It has been a while. This tragic hostage taking of Hong Kong tourists in Manila and the local police response inspired me to write this piece. Edited September 22, 2010 by JoelJosol Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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