"You do not hear me, but still I ask it: if I left, would you follow my trail, would you collect the bones of stories they would tell about me and wear them as a pledge; and most of all, oh most of all- what would you give up, for that glimpse of me you will risk again and again to see: a figure under broken lamplight, the endpoints of my cape flying upward to the moon because finally nothing, not even the magnetism of emptiness, could withhold from us the ache, the promise of such music-"
Luisa Igloria
"I myself may have chosen to forget a face, a name, some cruel word uttered carelessly, but not, after all the harm is done, intending any pain. And many others may have chosen to forget me. It works both way. My people say, nasa huli ang pagsisisi: regret is the final emotion. It's what you see when you look back. It's what's no longer there."
Eric Gamalinda
