Sorting thoughts and memories whenever paraesthesiae strikes — that prickling rumpus on your skin that you just have to scratch, scrape and scuff — and cannot leave well enough alone, scrubbing at that tingling sensation that refuses to recede. Nope, not a medical condition, just the itch to write. Photo taken aboard a Staten Island Ferry with Manhattan's skyline in the background.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Scenes on the MRT ... a short hop from Cubao to Recto.
Sorry folks, my fault, the sign actually says DO NOT LEAN ON THE DOOR on
the right panel with a Filipino translation on the left panel. I
apologize.
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