From a letter written in Baguio

Baguio Country Club
Last time I was in Baguio, I think I was only ten, even younger. Today I'm back for business, but I must say I am in awe of the city more now than before.

When you are a child, fantasy is your reality. When you are an adult, you see fantasy for what it is. And instead of being frustrated by its fugitive nature, you learn to play by its rules.

I can't argue with you when you said all this is pointless. But I also can't argue with a playful cat, a well-designed structure, a bee feasting on a fully-bloomed flower, a kiss—even the merest possibility of grandeur.

All I know is I'll take what I can, enjoy what I can, create what I can.

In every worthwhile journey, a cat;
What flowers open for

Most checked out

Weekend (sort of) double bill

I'm a friend of Matthew's

Sun-shower

Here for romance

Disco perfection

The incandescent Jef

The soul of Wit

Welcome at any rate

The music in 'Agnes of God'

Not my life's background music