I spoke too soon about finally bailing out of Facebook. My abstinence lasted three weeks. Today I’m back on FB. It’s easier to quit smoking than rid myself of this social medium. How miserable we vainglorious souls are, all trapped in the devil’s grid for good.
Just how do you keep your hands off the Sign-In button, when you have bodies in the sand waiting to be shared..
WHITE ISLAND is a piece of Camiguin, the “Island Born of Fire.”
Think of it as the paradise you see when you close your eyes. Or the idyllic backdrop on children’s textbooks.
Or the isle in Harry Belafonte’s Island in the Sun:
Forest. Waters. Shiny sand.
Sea urchin anyone?