Because, whether I like it or not, what I have to say are merely continuations, a current of ongoing revelations that I’m still wading through, as drenched with wonder as when I stood witness to the flow and plunge of water from the legendary Maria Cristina Falls. [from Myke Obenieta's blog]...
poor me, i feel ashamed anyone even thinks i write. my head is a labyrinth of dead ends--in absorbing information, or in the process of creation. it shows in my singature sometimes; you'll see, if you'd care to check about handwriting analysis.
