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“We travel, initially, to lose ourselves; and we travel, next, to find ourselves.” -Pico Iyer I. The distance between two countries can be charted in a single thought. Mountains pale in the traverse. One night I sat by a fountain and imagined what it would take to walk away from my city, across the plains towards the Pacific. I ended up somewhere above the clouds surrounded by stars. The hemispheres in me lit up. Oceans crashed against temples and the sound of sirens split my eyes wide open. There has been another crime in my neighborhood. Somebody murdered a child. I imagine a quiet palisade in Davao where everything grows. It is quiet there now. II. Families fracture like books torn from the pages of your life. Volumes of stories burn in the furnace of your heart. Brothers and sisters squabble for scraps. Aunties drown in their private miseries. Husbands and wives lose each other amidst their lies. But as old as the world is, continents drift and settle be...