Contraverse. In every sense of it.

Just a mocking birdy in Manila with the requisite high-eye view and an ability to sing.
Sat Oct 11

Big Sur-prise at Salcedo

kerouac

Finally had some use for that “eco-friendly” canvas bag I got with Jack Kerouac’s face printed on it.

Was standing by the entrance of Makati’s mod-hippie weekend food outpost, the Salcedo Market, sipping on sugar cane juice (I was really thirsty and the sign said “good for the lungs”—fool yourself once in a while) and waiting for a friend, when a hefty guy approaches and says, “nice bag you got there.”

Kerouac big sur

He tells me about Kerouac’s other novels—The Subterraneans, Big Sur—and about Bukowski’s Post Office and Women. The guy’s name is Miguel and he mans the Wagyu beef and calzone booth at the market.  

Glad you can get good calzones (spinach + ricotta = fuck yeah) and conversation in one place. And that people can still connect through books.