today is supposed to be a warm and sunny california.
no jackets needed. everything is supposed to be yellow, sunny and happy.
the fog embraces me and the fog greets me as i emerge from the downtown subway station.
the sky is desaturated, birds take refuge on street pavements and people wearing jackets all appear to walk in slow motion. the wind of spring filled with the spirit of winter bites the uncovered skin and sends a chill of fear to the veins of the legs, the arms and up to the spine.
the winter air of the past creeps fast deep inside the ribcage to reach the seemingly secured heart that beats in between intervals of short breaths.
today the biggest boss is supposed to be in new york.
the weather report lies.
please do grab a copy of the maiden issue of images-asia magazine in your favorite magazine stands soon.
super thanks to sir ernest gonzaga for giving me the opportunity to be part of the publication.
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