My name is Dumas Chang and I have a tricky relationship with time. I’m hopelessly multiracial. I have a condition, I have a seeing gene. And by seeing gene I don’t mean clairvoyance or a knack for photography. By seeing…

A Letter All love is unrequited. All of it. ~ J. Michael Stracyznski Hindi ito ang huling bagay na hindi mo pa alam tungkol sa akin. But this was the closest I ever got to understanding the beauty and terror…

And Now, The Probable End “He really did it,” Nirvana told Keebs. “He said he would.” “Did you know when you met him that he was like this?” “That he was insane?” Keebs laughed. “I knew he was different.” “He…

We are who we are. Ultimately this is the most crushing truth, and yet the most liberating. Dante Bustamante has figured out in almost two decades what most of humanity still struggles with every single moment of every day. In…

The kagluyag crave the perfect storm. My name is Ramon, Nephilim Reeve for this scattered archipelago, world-weary overseer of these centuries’ affairs. I take no sides. Our parents came here when the human race was young and impressionable. They gushed…

There now, the legitimacy of these visions assaulted me like a trusting wife suddenly and rudely aware of a cheating husband. Sex on the matrimonial bed. There it is. As plain and surreal as mental pictures meeting reality. Even I…

You know me. I had to experiment. I considered getting online and asking people whether they had ever encountered something like this, but thought this was going to be useful later on. I can try and figure out the thing’s…

Saturday, 4th floor, BA building. I don’t know what happened between the time we entered the tambayan, totally psyched and committed to studying for Strat and this ultimately peculiar moment where Keebs is pouring blue and yellow glitter over a…

Dante and I had a long talk last night. He gave me gas money and told me to drive. I thought we were going somewhere. By the time we were near the other end of the Marikina River (the side…