Airmail
Feminisms, art, typography, graphic design, food and anything else that catches my fancy. A place to bookmark things I find on the internet.
Feminisms, art, typography, graphic design, food and anything else that catches my fancy. A place to bookmark things I find on the internet.
So I went out for dinner tonight with a couple of the other interns from the university. One of them, A., was talking about how he complained a lot. He further explained that on his way back from the gym (that he managed to find in the Philippines) he saw one of the countless children one sees everyday selling flower necklaces and passed by him as usual. But he couldn’t help but ponder and worry about it for the rest of the night. And it was still worrying him - the immense poverty we see everyday, the chaos, the lack of structure and governance, the filth, the smells. It all seems so hopeless. How does one deal with it? He said he wants to ignore it, to pretend it doesn’t exist. Indeed, many of the choices he makes seem to point to that - he takes buses instead of jeepnies, which are more expensive (relatively speaking) and air conditioned and high off the ground, and cabs to get around. He also lives in an apartment building with security.