Home quarantine an ordeal for you? For street photographers, it’s twice the agony.
I was aching to see the empty streets of Manila yesterday, and got the opportunity (and legitimate reason) to drive around so. The feel was incredibly eerie. The barren city seemed like a lay of the land unknown to us.
Driving was of different orientation. Oddly out of coordination.
How fast should I go?
Where are the humans?
Although the space is what every motorist would wish for, there was this pinch of gloominess. I would rather be back in traffic with you people. No man is an island.
We are — by nature — traffic jam animals.
Back in Zobel-Roxas Street, I spent most of each quarantine day staring at the skylines of Ayala. Like an Alcatraz jailbird longing for San Francisco.
When will this detention end?
Zobel-Roxas is criss-crossed by the borders of Malate, San Andres Bukid, and Makati. I wonder which district would have the jurisdiction to apprehend me should I photowalk her pavement right now, in this lockdown period.
I decided to photograph life from the window instead.
Today I see someone’s Lolo clambered the house roof for a sweep. Could be Duterte’s ikot-ikot muna sa bahay nyo baka merong lugar na hindi nyo pa napuntahan gets people into action.