Don’t Write Alone | Where We Write

Wherever I Am, I Write From a Place of Grief

Walang katapusan ang dalamhati. What else can I do but live through it? Write through it?

This is the first time I’ve been back to the Philippines since. When I arrived two weeks ago, Dad embraced me tightly, crying behind his N95.

ToThe Groom Will Keep His NameWhat is writing if not living? And vice versa?

Photograph courtesy of the author