June 21, summer solstice, is the longest day of the year. I spent most of it, however, asleep in bed, recovering from a previous day’s worth of extensive wandering, which brought me from the overwhelming chaos of Divisoria and Quiapo to the overwhelming artificiality of Boni High Street. I also vaguely remember walking along Katipunan at 4am, after an hour or so of enduring the strange cacophony of loud, rowdy Koreans and some second-rate singing from third-rate comedians somewhere in UN Avenue.
I guess it’s safe to say that the old Kristian is back after half a year of illusional (and delusional) existence. About frakking time. Now the only things left to settle are departure-related. Let the 50-day countdown begin.
