on the first of May. I am always grateful to have been born on Labor Day, and grateful for a life I live contingent on so many hands who have built for me, as distant as the world tries to pull us apart.
- I don’t want to say I feel punished for being born in the Philippines because there is no truth in that—that identity is all that I am and all that I will return to. But on turning 26 and seeing how difficult life is and will continue to be, I wonder if all of it was necessary.
- I am distant from the world and owe everything to it, and nothing of it I owe.
- I continue to fail, and fail, and fail; I continue to disappoint, and break, and hurt people; I am weak, shallow, and incomplete.
- I love the dignity of work, and I want everyone to find a sense of sanctity in what they do.
- I think the relations most people have with other people is something I will never have, and that is ok
- I must continue giving all of my life
- I am so unfortunately a product of my environment: when the world is very cruel to me, I feel myself getting disgusting, small, virulent, snappy
- I was once reaching a lot towards vague gestures of the internet and poetic web because it is the place I spend all my time in and continue to spend time in, and I have always been making about the Philippines in the very uninteresting to other people way, but it is all I think about because the history of the internet is so entangled with the history of my people—the Filipino people, so obscured; and that any work about the internet will find its way and hand back to this, that the infrastructural and material is so embroiled in ours, and the Philippines and America in conquests have been so embroiled over the past century and the next century will be a continuation of that
- I saw my family members AI generating photos of my grandfather who died a few decades ago, and it has given me this sorrowful sense of urgency
- I am appalled at how the work of software is not seen as sacred, material, creative, etc. and I will live to change that
- I also celebrate 10 years of Developh this year, it has largely been a failure and I feel I am incapable of bringing people together always
- I’m considering hiring someone to make reels for me (jokingly)
- I have been a bit sad talking to some Filipinos here who have very immature, naive feelings about their Catholic faith, which has affirmed mine more
- It is kind of impossible for me to travel or whatever if not entangled in work or the logistics of sufficiency or existing
- I am the most unfundable person in the world
- I am in a crisis of legibility, I am in a crisis of isolation, I am in a crisis of meaning
- Is what I’m doing at this very moment part of my vocation?


