A FUNNY THING OCCURED ON THE WAY OUT
By: Iris P. Concepcion

The moving has taken place in such an absurd place. Nonetheless, you realize how curious the people are in this quest for nests and stability.I am very much struck by the faces: perhaps I have not been a conqueror of existential facts. That this topsy-turvy world of twists could be cut off just as easily.

The predictability of impatience: that is the key. I have always been blessed, unlike in the past, to hover around a coterie of people who are three steps ahead of calamity predictions. When the end of the world was wildly whacked in print as the turning point of the world's demise, no tribulation came. That is because they had been there one month ahead of schedule.

A kindly woman who had been giving me biblical learnings had said that somehow, God shall be systematically removing in reverse evil in the midst. This is reverse osmosis of the implored.

Perhaps, they failed to watch the reel print five years ago when sanctuaries were desanctified. When tables are turned, the flicker of images brought forth illuminations brighter than the extremest rays of sun.

I shall be embarking on a newer route soon. Embrace worlds other than what I am familiar with. The end point to all these is a chance to give back to the country a more wisened, educated and more universal angles to the world. To elevate what had been wondrously been done before. I had the dogs and cats with me.

It is time for refinement. They come even in funny packages.

Despite the odds stacked, staying on the course of this track could only mean magical in both spirit and deed.