by James Aquino Written while facing the second-floor balcony, with a mild drizzle that touches the sea of calatheas, aglaonemas, and the grass below. In a place we never knew existed in one of my...
by: Jon Karlo Aquino There are a lot of things to love about islands and oceans. More than their vastness, depth, and complexity, what I love about them the most is their capacity to seemingly heal…
by Fratri Edson Silva When we were first offered the option to go caving, I didn’t really think much of it. I’ve seen and been in caves before – dark and cold, with the smell…
by JC Aquino Written in front of the Arch of Septimius Severus, under overcast skies and blustery winds and fine drizzle. Where the destination once flocked by tourists is now like a ghost town filled…