I haven’t been able to write for days. I feel so powerless. It isn’t the same — tapping commands onto this screen. These aren’t words. Pixels just gather and we mistake them for it. Synaptic impulses have no choice but to deign, make do with what is here, or refuse to be known altogether.
Punyeta wala akong ballpen. GenEd class, nakakahiya manghiram.