Chaos Inside A Pen

Image Source: D. Gastin. License:  https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/deed.en “I hate this city old man!” The lad in hipster clothes did his third spitting on the concrete as he cast a scornful look to the towering pillars placed randomly around Manila. Neon glows, voices and noises; everything breeds nothing but shallow pretense to him. Submerging his senses on those stimulants is akin to eating a burger that upon the first bite, you will eventually notice that the patties are missing. It is always been hollow in the inside. “Those skyscrapers look like giant tombstone if you ask me.” He continue while trying to find his last stick of cigarette on his pocket. “Why that is exactly the truth son.” The old man of the city who live day and night begging and sleeping answer him as he ponder with his own set of pale eyes the technicolor lights blinking against the black horizon of the city like countless candles in the wind. “This the graveyard of...