This guy asks about me and what these pages are supposedly about. I say nothing. He asks again. I spew bullshit about literature and inductive reasoning. He smiles and says I should think about a title first. I give him the evil eye. He walks away. Must think I’m retarded. Who cares.
Lamb of God shirt. Tattoo artist. Paints. Lives in Cubao. Just another member of the male species.
— From an old sketchpad, 7th April 2012. Laughed at my own cynicism.