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2nd Bikol Komiks Convention - Naga City, Philippines

-Rizaldy Manrique

Sa maabot na Disyembre 20, 2010, gigibuhon an 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention sa Mudbugs Sports Bar, Peñafrancia Avenue, Naga City. An sarong aldaw na pagtiripon nin mga comics creators asin aficionado, mapuon 9am antes 6pm.

An 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention, pigpapadrinuhan kan Bikol Komikero, sarong bagong organisasyon nin mga hoben na Bikolanong comics artist asin writers digdi sa Naga, Iriga asin Camarines Sur.

An enot na edisyon kan Bikol Komiks Convention piggibo kan Mayo 1, 2010 sa Mudbugs sa Naga City. Siring kan enot na pagtiripon, an obheto kan 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention iyo an pakusugon an networking o pagkaboronyog kan mga beterano asin hoben na komikero digdi sa Bikol. Mawot kan grupo na magkaboronyog an mga visual artists o illustrators tanganing maibalik asin repasohon kan publiko an halaga kan komiks bilang arte asin literatura. Katuyohan man kaini na magheras asin balikan tang mga Filipino an satuyang magayon na tradisyon asin kultura nin pagbasa asin pagpublikar nin komiks.

Imbitado an publiko na mag-atendir kan 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention. Magkakaigwa nin mga masunod na aktibidades: lektyur mapadapit sa halaga kan komiks bilang arte na may kapasidad na magtao nin edukasyon asin enterteynment sa mga parabasa. Ako, bilang kolumnista kan Bikol Reporter, asin si Dennis Gonzaga, propesor kan Ateneo de Naga University, asin man si Noel Regachuelo, estudyante kan Ateneo de Naga asin founding-member kan Bikol Komikero, maheras kan samuyang mga obserbasyon kun tano dapat pag-adalan asin suportahan an Bikol Komiks.

Sa parte ko, tatawan ko nin duon an history asin presenteng estado kan Philippine Komiks Industry. Sasalinguyon ko an mga nagin kontribusyon kan mga Bikolanong Komikero na sinda Rudy Florese, Floro Dery, Joe Mari Lee, Charlie Baldorado, Emil Rodriguez, asin iba pa. Ipapahiling ko an halaga kan indie comics asin an mga sakripisyo asin kontribusyon kan mga hoben na komikero na sinda Gerry Alanguilan, Budjette Tan, Arnold Arre, Whilce Portacio, Randy Valliente, asin iba pa tanganing tawan nin otro-buhay (re-birth) an Pinoy Komiks. Tutukaron ko man an halaga asin kontribusyon kan Komiks sa edukasyon asin literacy program kan Dep Ed asin an potensyal kaini na magtao nin trabaho sa mga artists bilang parte kan “creative industry”.

Sa aldaw kan 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention, magkakaigwa nin 1st Bikol Komiks Drawing Contest para sa mga estudyante. Imbitado an mga estudyante sa high school asin kolehiyo na magbali sa contest.

An mga myembro kan Bikol Komikero ma-exhibit man kan saindang mga art works asin maluwas nin saindang indie komiks. Magigin highlight kan convention an pagpublikar asin paglansar kan indie-published na Bikol Komiks Anthology. Sa ngonyan pigtatarabangan ninda Noel Regachuelo, Kimi Esber, Bert Masagca, Red Patricio, Dennis Gonzaga, Al Baleda, Norby Ela, asin Virgilio Abiada an pagbilog asin pagpublikar kan pinakaenot na Bikol Komiks Anthology.

Magayon asin maogma an magbasa nin komiks. Kaya, madya na po, maghirilingan kita sa Disyembre 20, sa Mudbugs Sports Bar, Penafrancia Ave.,Naga City asin itulod ta an 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention. Para sa may mga kahaputan, paki email si Noel sa emmagold_man@yahoo.com o paki-text sa +639056434562.

BIKOL KOMIKERO officers

Editorial Board:

Noel Regachuelo
Rizaldy Manrique
Dennis B. Gonzaga
Kimy Esber
Bert Masagca
Red Patricio
Victoria Sayoto
Ana Rivera

Chief Creative Editor / Circulation Manager: Noel Regachuelo
Creative Editor: Red Patricio
Managing Editor: Dennis B. Gonzaga
Media Officer: Rizaldy Manrique
Chief Illustrators: Kimy Esber, Bert Masagca
Studio Custodian: Victoria Sayoto
Finance Officer: Ana Rivera


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2nd Bikol Komiks Convention

-Rizaldy Manrique

Sa maabot na Disyembre 20, 2010, gigibuhon an 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention sa Mudbugs Sports Bar, Peñafrancia Avenue, Naga City. An sarong aldaw na pagtiripon nin mga comics creators asin aficionado, mapuon 9am antes 6pm.
An 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention, pigpapadrinuhan kan Bikol Komikero, sarong bagong organisasyon nin mga hoben na Bikolanong comics artist asin writers digdi sa Naga, Iriga asin Camarines Sur.
An enot na edisyon kan Bikol Komiks Convention piggibo kan Mayo 1, 2010 sa Mudbugs sa Naga City. Siring kan enot na pagtiripon, an obheto kan 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention iyo an pakusugon an networking o pagkaboronyog kan mga beterano asin hoben na komikero digdi sa Bikol. Mawot kan grupo na magkaboronyog an mga visual artists o illustrators tanganing maibalik asin repasohon kan publiko an halaga kan komiks bilang arte asin literatura. Katuyohan man kaini na magheras asin balikan tang mga Filipino an satuyang magayon na tradisyon asin kultura nin pagbasa asin pagpublikar nin komiks.
Imbitado an publiko na mag-atendir kan 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention. Magkakaigwa nin mga masunod na aktibidades: lektyur mapadapit sa halaga kan komiks bilang arte na may kapasidad na magtao nin edukasyon asin enterteynment sa mga parabasa. Ako, bilang kolumnista kan Bikol Reporter, asin si Dennis Gonzaga, propesor kan Ateneo de Naga University, asin man si Noel Regachuelo, estudyante kan Ateneo de Naga asin founding-member kan Bikol Komikero, maheras kan samuyang mga obserbasyon kun tano dapat pag-adalan asin suportahan an Bikol Komiks.
Sa parte ko, tatawan ko nin duon an history asin presenteng estado kan Philippine Komiks Industry. Sasalinguyon ko an mga nagin kontribusyon kan mga Bikolanong Komikero na sinda Rudy Florese, Floro Dery, Joe Mari Lee, Charlie Baldorado, Emil Rodriguez, asin iba pa. Ipapahiling ko an halaga kan indie comics asin an mga sakripisyo asin kontribusyon kan mga hoben na komikero na sinda Gerry Alanguilan, Budjette Tan, Arnold Arre, Whilce Portacio, Randy Valliente, asin iba pa tanganing tawan nin otro-buhay (re-birth) an Pinoy Komiks. Tutukaron ko man an halaga asin kontribusyon kan Komiks sa edukasyon asin literacy program kan Dep Ed asin an potensyal kaini na magtao nin trabaho sa mga artists bilang parte kan “creative industry”.
Sa aldaw kan 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention, magkakaigwa nin 1st Bikol Komiks Drawing Contest para sa mga estudyante. Imbitado an mga estudyante sa high school asin kolehiyo na magbali sa contest.
An mga myembro kan Bikol Komikero ma-exhibit man kan saindang mga art works asin maluwas nin saindang indie komiks. Magigin highlight kan convention an pagpublikar asin paglansar kan indie-published na Bikol Komiks Anthology. Sa ngonyan pigtatarabangan ninda Noel Regachuelo, Kimi Esber, Bert Masagca, Red Patricio, Dennis Gonzaga, Al Baleda, Norby Ela, asin Virgilio Abiada an pagbilog asin pagpublikar kan pinakaenot na Bikol Komiks Anthology.
Magayon asin maogma an magbasa nin komiks. Kaya, madya na po, maghirilingan kita sa Disyembre 20, sa Mudbugs Sports Bar, Penafrancia Ave.,Naga City asin itulod ta an 2nd Bikol Komiks Convention. Para sa may mga kahaputan, paki email si Noel sa emmagold_man@yahoo.com o paki-text sa +639056434562.

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Silence

Silence used to be, to varying degrees, a means of isolation. Now it is the absence of silence that works to render today's world empty and isolating. Its reserves have been invaded and depleted. The Machine marches globally forward and silence is the dwindling place where noise has not yet penetrated.
Civilization is a conspiracy of noise, designed to cover up the uncomfortable silences. The silence-honoring Wittgenstein understood the loss of our relationship with it. The unsilent present is a time of evaporating attention spans, erosion of critical thinking, and a lessened capacity for deeply felt experiences. Silence, like darkness, is hard to come by; but mind and spirit need its sustenance.
Certainly there are many and varied sides to silence. There are imposed or voluntary silences of fear, grief, conformity, complicity (e.g. the AIDS-awareness "Silence=Death" formulation), which are often interrelated states. And nature has been progressively silenced, as documented in Rachel Carson's prophetic Silent Spring. Nature cannot be definitively silenced, however, which perhaps goes a long way in explaining why some feel it must be destroyed. "There has been a silencing of nature, including our own nature," concluded Heidegger,[1] and we need to let this silence, as silence, speak. It still does so often, after all, speak louder than words.
There will be no liberation of humans without the resurrection of the natural world, and silence is very pertinent to this assertion. The great silence of the universe engenders a silent awe, which the Roman Lucretius meditated upon in the 1st century BCE: "First of all, contemplate the clear, pure color of the sky, and all it contains within it: the stars wandering everywhere, the moon, the sun and its light with its incomparable brilliance. If all these objects appeared to mortals today for the first time, if they appeared to their eyes suddenly and unexpectedly, what could one cite that would be more marvelous than this totality, and whose existence man's imagination would less have dared to conceive?"[2]
Down to earth, nature is filled with silences. The alternation of the seasons is the rhythm of silence; at night silence descends over the planet, though much less so now. The parts of nature resemble great reserves of silence. Max Picard's description is almost a poem: "The forest is like a great reservoir of silence out of which the silence trickles in a thin, slow stream and fills the air with its brightness. The mountain, the lake, the fields, the sky - they all seem to be waiting for a sign to empty their silence onto the things of noise in the cities of men."[3]
Silence is "not the mere absence of something else."[4] In fact, our longings turn toward that dimension, its associations and implications. Behind the appeals for silence lies the wish for a perceptual and cultural new beginning.
Zen teaches that "silence never varies...."[5] But our focus may be improved if we turn away from the universalizing placelessness of late modernity. Silence is no doubt culturally specific, and is thus experienced variously. Nevertheless, as Picard argues, it can confront us with the "original beginnings of all things,"[6] and presents objects to us directly and immediately. Silence is primary, summoning presence to itself; so it's a connection to the realm of origin.
In the industrially-based technosphere, the Machine has almost succeeded in banishing quietude. A natural history of silence is needed for this endangered species. Modernity deafens. The noise, like technology, must never retreat - and never does.
For Picard, nothing has changed human character so much as the loss of silence.[7] Thoreau called silence "our inviolable asylum," an indispensable refuge that must be defended.[8] Silence is necessary against the mounting sound. It's feared by manipulative mass culture, from which it remains apart, a means of resistance precisely because it does not belong to this world. Many things can still be heard against the background of silence; thus a way is opened, a way for autonomy and imagining.
"Sense opens up in silence," wrote Jean-Luc Nancy.[9] It is to be approached and experienced bodily, inseparably from the world, in the silent core of the self. It can highlight our embodiment, a qualitative step away from the hallmark machines that work so resolutely to disembody us. Silence can be a great aid in unblocking ourselves from the prevailing, addictive information sickness at loose in society.[10] It offers us the place to be present to ourselves, to come to grips with who we are. Present to the real depth of the world in an increasingly thin, flattened technoscape.
The record of philosophy vis-a-vis silence is generally dismal, as good a gauge as any to its overall failure. Socrates judged silence to be a realm of nonsense, while Aristotle claimed that being silent caused flatulence.[11] At the same time, however, Raoul Mortley could see a "growing dissatisfaction with the use of words," "an enormous increase in the language of silence" in classical Greece.[12]
Much later, Pascal was terrified by the "silence of the universe,"[13] and Hegel clearly felt that what could not be spoken was simply the untrue, that silence was a deficiency to be overcome. Schopenhauer and Nietzsche both emphasized the prerequisite value of solitude, diverging from anti-silence Hegel, among others.
Deservedly well known is a commentary on Odysseus and the Sirens (from Homer's Odyssey) by Horkheimer and Adorno. They depict the Sirens" effort to sidetrack Odysseus from his journey as that of Eros trying to stay the forces of repressive civilization. Kafka felt that silence would have been a more irresistible means than singing.[14]
"Phenomenology begins in silence," according to Herbert Spiegelberg.[15] To put phenomena or objects somehow first, before ideational constructions, was its founding notion. Or as Heidegger had it, there is a thinking deeper and more rigorous than the conceptual, and part of this involves a primordial link between silence and understanding.[16] Postmodernism, and Derrida in particular, deny the widespread awareness of the inadequacy of language, asserting that gaps of silence in discourse, for example, are barriers to meaning and power. In fact, Derrida strongly castigates "the violence of primitive and prelogical silence," denouncing silence as a nihilist enemy of thought.[17] Such strenuous antipathy demonstrates Derrida's deafness to presence and grace, and the threat silence poses to someone for whom the symbolic is everything. Wittgenstein understood that something pervades everything sayable, something which is itself unsayable. This is the sense of his well-known last line of the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus: "Of that which one cannot speak, one should remain silent."[18]
Can silence be considered, approached, without reification, in the here and now? I think it can be an open, strengthening way of knowing, a generative condition. Silence can also be a dimension of fear, grief - even of madness and suicide. In fact, it is quite difficult to reify silence, to freeze it into any one non-living thing. At times the reality we interrogate is mute; an index of the depth of the still present silence? Wonder may be the question that best gives answers, silently and deeply.
"Silence is so accurate," said Mark Rothko,[19] a line that has intrigued me for years. Too often we disrupt silence, only to voice some detail that misses an overall sense of what we are part of, and how many ways there are to destroy it. In the Antarctica winter of 1933, Richard Byrd recorded: "Took my daily walk at 4PM... I paused to listen to the silence...the day was dying, the night being born - but with great peace. Here were imponderable processes and forces of the cosmos, harmonious and soundless."[20]How much is revealed in silence through the depths and mysteries of living nature. Annie Dillard also provides a fine response to the din: "At a certain point you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, to the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening."[21]
It is not only the natural world that is accessible via silence. Cioran indicated the secrets in the silence of things, deciding that "All objects have a language which we can decipher only in total silence."[22]David Michael Levin's The Body's Recollection of Being counsels us to "learn to think through the body...we should listen in silence to our bodily felt experience."[23] And in the interpersonal sphere, silence is a result of empathy and being understood, without words much more profoundly than otherwise.
Native Americans seem to have always placed great value on silence and direct experience, and in indigenous cultures in general, silence denotes respect and self-effacement. It is at the core of the Vision Quest, the solitary period of fasting and closeness to the earth to discover one's life path and purpose. Inuit Norman Hallendy assigns more insight to the silent state of awareness called inuinaqtuk than to dreaming.[24] Native healers very often stress silence as an aid to serenity and hope, while stillness is required for success in the hunt. These needs for attentiveness and quiet may well have been key sources of indigenous appreciation of silence.
Silence reaches back to presence and original community, before the symbolic compromised both silence and presence. It predates what Levinas called "the unity of representation,"[25] that always works to silence the silence and replace it with the homelessness of symbolic structures. The Latin root for silence, silere, to say nothing, is related to sinere, to allow to be in a place. We are drawn to those places where language falls most often, and most crucially, silent. The later Heidegger appreciated the realm of silence, as did Holderlin, one of Heidegger's important reference points, especially in his Late Hymns.[26]The insatiable longing that Holderlin expressed so powerfully related not only to an original, silent wholeness, but also to his growing comprehension that language must always admit its origin in loss.
A century and a half later, Samuel Beckett made use of silence as an alternative to language. In Krapp's Last Tape and elsewhere, the idea that all language is an excess of language is strongly on offer. Beckett complains that "in the forest of symbols" there is never quiet, and longs to break through the veil of language to silence.[27] Northrup Frye found the purpose of Beckett's work "to lie in nothing other than the restoration of silence."[28]
Our most embodied, alive-to-this-earth selves realize best the limits of language and indeed, the failure of the project of representation. In this state it is easiest to understand the exhaustion of language, and the fact that we are always a word's length from immediacy. Kafka commented on this in "In the Penal Colony," where the printing press doubled as an instrument of torture. For Thoreau, "as the truest society approaches always nearer to solitude, so the most excellent speech finally falls into silence."[29]Conversely, mass society banishes the chance of autonomy, just as it forecloses on silence.
Holderlin imagined that language draws us into time, but it is silence that holds out against it. Time increases in silence; it appears not to flow, but to abide. Various temporalities seem close to losing their barriers; past, present, future less divided. But silence is a variable fabric, not a uniformity or an abstraction. Its quality is never far from its context, just as it is the field of the non-mediated. Unlike time, which has for so long been a measure of estrangement, silence cannot be spatialized or converted into a medium of exchange. This is why it can be a refuge from time's incessancy. Gurnemanz, near the opening of Wagner's Parsifal, sings "Here time becomes space." Silence avoids this primary dynamic of domination.
So here we are, with the Machine engulfing us in its various assaults on silence and so much else, intruding deeply. The note North Americans spontaneously hum or sing is B-natural, which is the corresponding tone of our 60 cycles per second alternating current electricity. (In Europe, G-sharp is "naturally" sung, matching that continent's 50 cycles per second AC electricity.) In the globalizing, homogenizing Noise Zone we may soon be further harmonized. Pico Ayer refers to "my growing sense of a world that's singing the same song in a hundred accents all at once."[30]
We need a refusal of the roar of standardization, its information-noise and harried, surface "communication" modes. A No to the unrelenting, colonizing penetrability of non-silence, pushing into every non-place. The rising racket measures, by decibel up-ticks and its polluting reach, the degrading mass world - Don DeLillo's White Noise.
Silence is a rebuke to all this, and a zone for reconstituting ourselves. It gathers in nature, and can help us gather ourselves for the battles that will end debasement. Silence as a powerful tool of resistance, the unheard note that might precede insurrection. It was, for example, what slave masters feared most.[31] In various Asian spiritual traditions, the muni, vowed to silence, is the person of greatest capacity and independence - the one who does not need a master for enlightenment.[32]
The deepest passions are nurtured in silent ways and depths. How else is respect for the dead most signally expressed, intense love best transmitted, our profoundest thoughts and visions experienced, the unspoiled world most directly savored? In this grief-stricken world, according to Max Horkheimer, we "become more innocent" through grief.[33] And perhaps more open to silence - as comfort, ally, and stronghold.
Footnotes
[1]^ Martin Heidegger, What is a Thing? (Chicago, Henry Regnery Company, 1967), p. 288.
[2]^ Quoted in Pierre Hadot, The Veil of Isis, translated by Michael Chan (Cambridge, MA: Bellknap Press, 2000), pp 212-213.
[3]^ Max Picard, The World of Silence (Chicago: Henry Regnery Company, 1952), p. 139.
[4]^ Bernard P. Dauenhauer, Silence: the Phenomenon and Its Ontological Significance(Bloomington: Indiana University Press, 1980), p. vii.
[5]^ Chang Chung-Yuan, Original Teachings of Ch'an Buddhism (New York: Vintage, 1971), p. 12.
[6]^ Picard, op.cit., p. 22.
[7]^ Ibid., p. 221.
[8]^ Henry David Thoreau, "A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers," in The Works of Thoreau, edited by Henry Seidel Canby (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1946), p. 241.
[9]^ Jean-Luc Nancy, Listening, translated by Charlotte Mandell (New York: Fordham University Press, 2007), p. 26.
[10]^ I first encountered this term in Ted Mooney's novel, Easy Travel to Other Planets (New York: Farrar Straus & Giroux, 1981).
[11]^ Aristotle, Works of Aristotle, translated by S. Forster, Vol. VII, Problemata (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1927), p. 896, lines 20-26.
[12]^ Raoul Mortley, From Word to Silence I (Bonn: Hanstein, 1986), p. 110.
[13]^ Blaise Pascal, Pensees, edited by Phillipe Seller (Paris: Bordas, 1991), p. 256.
[14]^ Franz Kafka, Parables, cited in George Steiner, Language and Silence (New York: Atheneum, 1967), p. 54.
[15]^ Herbert Spiegelberg, The Phenomenological Movement, Vol. Two (The Hague: Martinus Nijhoff, 1969), p. 693.
[16]^ Martin Heidegger, "Letter on Humanism," Basic Writings (San Francisco: Harper San Francisco, 1992), p. 258.
[17]^ Jacques Derrida, Writing and Difference, translated by Alan Bass (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1978), p. 130.
[18]^ Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus (London: Routledge, 1974), p. 89.
[19]^ Quoted in James E. B. Breslin, Rothko: A Biography (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1993), p. 387.
[20]^ Quoted in Hannah Merker, Listening (New York: HarperCollins, 1994), p. 127.
[21]^ Annie Dillard, Teaching a Stone to Talk (New York: HarperPerennial, 1982), pp 89-90.
[22]^ E. M. Cioran, Tears and Saints, translated by Ilinca Zarifopol-Johnson (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1995), p. 53.
[23]^ David Michael Levin, The Body's Recollection of Being (Boston: Routledge, 1985), pp 60-61.
[24]^ Norman Hallendy, Inuksuit: Silent Messengers of the Arctic (Toronto: Douglas & McIntyre, 2000), pp 84-85.
[25]^ Emmanuel Levinas, Proper Names, translated by Michael B. Smith (Stanford CA: Stanford University Press, 1996), p. 4.
[26]^ Emery Edward George, Holderlin's "Ars Poetica": A Part-Rigorous Analysis of Information Structure in the Late Hymns (The Hague: Mouton, 1973), pp 308, 363, 367.
[27]^ Samuel Beckett, "German letter" dated 9 July 1937, in C.J. Ackerley and S.E. Gontorski, The Grove Companion to Samuel Beckett (New York: Grove Press, 2004), p. 221.
[28]^ Northrup Frye, "The Nightmare Life in Death," in J.D. O'Hara, editor, Twentieth Century Interpretations of Malloy, Malone Dies, and The Unnamable (Englewood Cliffs, NJ: Prentice-Hall, 1970), p. 34.
[29]^ Thoreau, op.cit., p. 241.
[30]^ Pico Ayer, The Global Soul (New York: Knopf, 2000), p. 271.
[31]^ Mark M. Smith, Listening to Nineteenth-Century America (Chapel Hill: The University of North Carolina Press), p. 68. See also Thomas Merton, The Strange Islands (New York: New Directions, 1957); specifically, this passage from "The Tower of Babel: A Morality": Leader: Who is He? Captain: His name is Silence. Leader: Useless! Throw him out! Let Silence be crucified!
[32]^ Alex Wayman, "Two traditions of India - truth and silence," Philosophy East and West 24 (October 1974), pp 389-403.
[33]^ Max Horkheimer, Dawn and Decline: Notes 1926-1931 and 1950-1969 (New York: Seabury Press, 1978), p. 140.

NABASAGAN NG PULA

DECEMBER 1 2010 [11:54pm]

Malapit nang kumagat ang alas dose ng hating gabi.Kasalukuyan akong naka upo sa sira sirang sofa namin.Gabi-gabi kong nasasaksihan ang nakakaantok na tunog ng ulan sa labas ngbahay namin.Lumabas ako ng saglit para makita itong baseball field naming bakuran pero sobrang dilim.Bigla ako nalungkot. Minsan di mo maiiwasan maging mag-isa sa buhay, sa mga desisyon mo sa buhay.Dagdagan pa ng kulog at kidlat na kung manggulat e parang pinipilit akongmagsisi sa mga kasalanan ko. Ewan, nerbyoso lang siguro ako nitong mga nakaraang araw.Lagi akong umiinom ng kape. Kape,kape at walang katapusang kape. di ako makatulog sa dami ng iniisip ko at gusto kong gawin.Kung minsan hindi ko na alam kung saan pupuntalahat ng mga ginagawa ko.Gusto kong masagad. Gusto kong umiyak.Gusto kong sabihin sasarili ko na hindi ko na kaya. Pero hindi ko mapigilan ang damdamin kong bumangon atisakatuparan ang mga bagay na una kong maisip gawin.Para akong laging hinahabol ng kung ano.Ayokong may nasasayang na oras.Gugustuhin lang yata ng katawan kong magpahinga kung sa hukay na ko hihiga.Pakiramdam ko nalalapit lagi ang panahong iyon.Pinipilit kong paghandaan araw araw ang kamatayan ko, dun naman tayo lahat darating.Ayokong magsisi sa huli. Na hindi ko nagawa ang mga bagay na gusto kong magawa habang magkasama pa ang kaluluwa at katawan ko.Sobrang gulo ng utak ko. Hindi ako makahinga. Ayokong matulog pakiramdam ko ay mayroon bagay na mawawala sa akin. Pakiramdam ko ay may nanakawin ang oras sa akin sa bawat minutong sasayangin ko. Nabigo ako sa maraming bagay.Sa pamilya ko, sa walang kwentang kolehiyo,sa banda ko,sa trabahong kinasuklaman ko,at sa taong minamahal ko. Maraming nawalang nilalang sa buhay ko ngayon. Hindi ko na siguro makakalimutan ang taong ito.Sapilitan nitong binago ang yugto ng buhay ko. Pero kailangan kong gumalaw.Kaya kong hingin sa sarili ko ang kaligayahan ngunit minsan ang kaligayahan e para sa mga taong makasarili lang.Hindi kaligayahan ang pedestal ng buhay ko.Alam kong nadyan lang yan araw araw. Gusto ko munang malaman kung anu pa ba ang silbi ko sa mundong ito.May silbi pa ba ako sa iba? kaya pa ba kong sikmurahin ng mga taong nasa paligid ko? naniniwala pa ba sila sa akin? May patutunguhan pa ba ang paghinga ko sa araw araw na maaalala ko ang mga kabiguan ko? Pakiramdam ko kasi nawala sa akin lahat. Pero isang bagay na natutunan ko sa pagkawala ng mga bagay sa akin. Naging malaya akong gawin ang mga bagay bagay katulad ng pagdodrowing. Hindi ako iniiwan ng hindi kagandahan kong pagdodrowing. Minsan masungit siya, at walang panahon sakin. Pero kapag nilambing ako ng pagkakataon, hindi ako tumitigil sa pag romansa sa mga lapis at tinta dito sa maliit kong drowing table.Hanggang umaga. Paulit ulit. Walang sawang pag-guhit. Dito ko ginagampanan ang lahat ng mga bagay na gusto kong ipaliwanag.Para sa akin, ito ang pinakatotoong bagay na ginagawa ko sa buhay ko.Sa bawat linyang ginagawa ko ay binibigay ko ang bawat piraso ng aking puso at kaluluwa.Sa komiks na ginagawa ko para akong asong may rabies na pinag iinitan ang lahat ng papel na mahawakan ko.Ang komiks ang natatanging bagay sa buhay ko na pumipigil sakin masiraan ng bait. Ito ang bibliya ng buhay ko. Ang kopita ng nag aalab kong damdamin. Ang taling hinahawakan ko sa pagkalugmok ko sa kumunoy ng malupit na mundo.Ang pagkain ng utak ko, at ang naguudyok sa akin magpursiging hanapin at maghintay ng pag asa. Pinapaalala nito ang pagiging tao ko. Mahina, iyakin, lampa, ngunit kayang gumawa ng pagbabagong sisira sa bulok na tradisyon sa lugar na kanyang ginagalawan.Sa komiks ako nabuhay, sa komiks rin ako mamamatay.Nangyari na ang mga nangyari. Pinipilit kong patawarin ang aking sarili ng paunti unti.Sa lahat ng mga nagawa ko sa sarili ko, sa pamilya ko, sa mga kaibigan at kaaway.Araw araw kong hinahanap ang kasagutan.May mga bagay na sadyang mahirap kalimutan at hindi ko na maalis dahil naging parte na ng buhay ko. Pero hindi nito hahadlangan ang kagustuhan kong umasa.Mapalad ako at may mga taong nagtatyaga pang makinig at makipag usap sa akin.Mga taong kaya akong dipahan sa panahon ng kagipitan.Mga taong kaya akong sabayan sa pagbabago.Hindi pa ako nag iisa.Alay ko sa kanila ang komiks ko.

Sa lahat ng bagay na kaya kong intindihin, may mga bagay pa rin sadyang kailangang irespeto ang pagkamisteryoso nito. Katulad ng ulan na bigla nalang tumigil, mga lamok na nagsimulang molestyahin ang mga balat ko.At ang gabing tinuruan akong maghintay ng umaga.