As though the on-line world isn’t big enough to contain my words, I went ahead and bought this little black book, a palm-sized journal to hold my off-line thoughts.
I was first attracted to the cover art, two Filipino women dressed in their Old-World finery, circa long, long time ago. One clasps an abaniko, the other nonchalantly carries a parasol. And yet obviously, they are indoors, posed stiffly for posterity. I can almost hear the flashbulb exploding into white blindness. But it’s actually their haughty, pseudo-dreamy expression that really gets to me. They seem to be acquiescing to the pose of the moment, but it looks as though their minds are somewhere else.
Exactly like I am most of the time. Ah, yes.