I imagined we might pitch over the edge of the mountain.

Red roof, red walls, red steps. Red everything.

I was alone now, except the mold still had a strong presence I couldn’t ignore.  

I wondered if Pia was right, then, if I was seeking something too dangerous to be handled, a bomb that would kill me someday.

Where she had rubbed away the grime, her eyes shined intensely.

A comic with three different endings

Kulu cranks her jaws wide open upon seeing us

Maybe you should’ve said something sooner, Robert.

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I had vowed to be different, but I wasn’t able to escape servitude, even eight thousand miles away in New York.

I felt no joy out there, not close to the joy I felt in Daiso.

Boys shouldn’t have tails, we told him.

Kay hirap maging mahirap, kung hindi ka pa manginig sa galit ay hindi ka pa iintindihin.
| It’s so hard to be poor. If you don’t tremble with rage, they won’t try to understand you.

I pride myself on not having regrets.

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Someone up there in charge of making the sky beautiful.

Their beautiful skin is the color of perfection, the shade of impeccably cooked lechón.

Stars, trees, lasers, lights, everything locking into nothing, everything together yet apart.

Because the summer feels more hellfire than hellfire.

What if the world was stuck, frozen, and we could go anywhere we wanted, together?