8/10/2019
Melting in the dark

It's been raining hard lately, which isn't a surprise, considering it's August. Well, thankfully it isn't a surprise, considering it's August, and we've had unusually hot weather lately, and we really should be talking about this in terms of a heat wave, but the window's passed now, hasn't it?

However, you don't really know from the flat if it's raining or not. I don't know if it's the direction of the wind, or if it's the design of the building, but you don't see droplets of rain on the window glass. You can look outside and it'll just be gloomy, not knowing that it's on the verge of torrential outside.

But it's a huge window, and it's been raining hard lately, and lately, finally, you know if you should worry. For now - I say "for now" because there's construction beside the flat and this view will be obstructed in a couple of years or less - I can see as far out as Antipolo. I can see the side of Pasig I've only been in once, and I can see the queue of people lining up to see Raffy Tulfo. When one of those things disappear, you know it's raining hard. When all of those things disappear, you're stuck where you are, held hostage by what Shalla calls "the Mist".

In a way, it sucks. I fully understand the supposed convenience of being able to walk to and from your work (well, in those days when I have to go to the office). Sure, I get really sweaty by the time I step into the elevators here, but it's a caveat you learn to brush aside because, one, you got to save money, and, two, you got to exercise. But walking on a really rainy day isn't fun. It's something I never realized until I had to do it often - forgive me, I always took those shuttles home - and I had to map out where the particularly high water puddles are. But then, that's a different rant altogether.

Yesterday, on a particularly rainy day, I got out to buy breakfast. On the pavement, there was this cake, soggy and wet and smashed up. I don't know if someone dropped it while walking on the sidewalk, and decided to leave it there, or if someone threw it out of the window from my building. Perhaps that's not likely since you really can't open the windows here fully - to prevent jumpers, perhaps? - but if you try hard enough, you can throw a cake out. Keep it in its box. I saw the box somewhere else, also soggy.

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing falling down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have the recipe again
Oh no

I could've posted a photo of the cake with the lyrics to "MacArthur's Park", but I didn't have my phone with me. We've reached that point where wittiness, or pop culture proficiency, depends on your possessing a smartphone.

As I wrote this entry, it's gotten sunny. The downside to this big window is that, when the sun is out and it's bright, it gets really hot in here - especially in the morning, as my window faces east. (It also means I end up waking up at just before six in the morning all of the time.) And then, in five minutes, the Mist returned, and someone that hasn't happened before happened; the window glass got wet.

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