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Back in Makati, remembering things. That’s what I do. I remember things for a living. Past always grows so I’m never at a loss. If I somehow run out of resources, well, that would be a day to remember. Job and all, time still sucks. Wanted to wake up an hour or, okay, two after midnight. Got up at five despite a series of unsleeping alarms. First on my list of things to do was to write up a list of things to do. Then, answer the phone messages, some almost a week old. One advised me: smile, smile, and not to get too addicted to the work. Followed the first two while I set my other things in order: pen, pad, hot chemicals, sugar. While stretching some, I thought of several replies. None of which would fly. One unhatched answer: the work stays after the people go. Neurotic approach to life, people could say. Sensible observation too. Could do me good, had I time to listen. Listen sounded like a cuddly word to put on the list. So I put it there, right after remember things.

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