Tag: Proustian
Subic in Luisita, or How Time Goes Inside a Pick-up Truck
Time these days feel more compressed than ‘single-existent’. Rather than there being just a single point—the present—in time at a time, it feels as if there are several (sometimes, countless too many) different points intersecting, forming one amalgamated circle at any given moment. This moment where it feels as though one place is of more…