[soundcloud url="https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/274698007" params="color=ff5500&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false" width="100%" height="166" iframe="true" /]I skipped doing readings the past couple of days on account of my head cold. But now I'm feeling chipper, so here is Snail by the venerable Tita Lacambra Ayala. I like this poem because, like her other works, it's playful on the surface but hides a deeper meaning beneath its mischievous veneer. What does the snail represent? A gnawing emotion that eats us from within, eating at the edges of ourselves? Or is it a small and petty tyrant that leaves only destruction in its wake?
I'm back at work as well. Even in my absence the team made some pretty good progress. Today was about cleaning up some of the work. We are slowly edging our way to release despite the little bugs that still need our attention.
And just like that, I think I am sloughing off my old life. I find that I don't miss Ateneo at all, and if any, it seems just like a passing dream. Why is that, I wonder?