Soliloquy

Day 001 / 1st Night

I bought two bottles of Gilbey's Premium to celebrate my independencia, my prelude to act two of this life. I've forced myself to live alone, holed up in a condominium high above the transitory avenues, floating in the smokey polluted rafters of Mandaluyong. I will live somewhere far off next year, nearer to the sun. And this prelude will be my wealth.

As I drank my two bottles, I kept on being insistent that I shouldn't buy cheap anymore; that the table I got was too wobbly to eat on. I could even use it as a blender, given the right stir. I was nagging about my towel hooks, for it needed more suction to hold my towel. As such, I was thinking too much of house utilities, which at point, gladdens because of this new realization. I always thought of myself as an independent individual. But this, this was an up-in-my-face slap of an almost all too surreal imagination of what being alone would be.

I leapt for bed moments after and read a book. I could hear the horns and buzz of the streets below. Amidst all the noise of the metro, here high above, tucked in my red sheets, I smiled. And then, slept soundlessly through the night, like I've always had.