A collection of projects (writings, comics, crafts, and more)
between two komikeros.
He had never wanted to visit this place. In a mockery of the crushed, calcified corpses of sea life, a shredded mountain laid beneath his feet instead. This was a place of undeath and unlife, so far from the bleached sands of his coastal hometown. As he walks, he observes the distant heavy machinery covered in chipped paint, the gravelly crunch of the scorched sand, and the lingering sewer stench of the lie under construction. The sinking sun bathes the scene in sickly yellow light.
My grandparents had been greatly amused by my attempts to eat the sand, the taste was that of mineral-rich soil without a hint of saltiness yet despite my daring I couldn’t manage to swallow it...
In a small barangay where houses were packed together like cakes on an eyeshadow palette, lived a little girl named Tress who loved her mother, Nanay very much.
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