No choice but to stay in a dirt cheap lodging house a week ago. We arrived at Tabaco City port in an unholy hour.  At the departure lounge, typhoon-stranded passengers were filled to the brim. It would be five hours or so before the ferry boat undock from the pier.

I hailed a "sikad-sikad" (padyak) and asked the 'pedaller' to bring me to a lodge nearby to catch some sleep. I can't be choosy. Aint got money to burn for a three star hotel in the city. I opted, after roving around, to stay in a dirt cheap, literally and figuratively, lodge.

The bed seemed to have been used very, very recently. There were tell-tale signs of "beached sea creatures" that might have galloped over the bed -- strands of hair, a miniscule green glitter (perhaps from a dancer in a nearby dinghy beer house), and the smell...

I stayed in a prostrate position on that few hours. I want to stay immobile so that at least it would only be the back of my head and my torso that will be smeared with whatever remnants that have stuck on the worn-out bed.

Troubled by the unsightly surroundings and the itchy feel, I took shots of the room.  I thought, the flash from the camera might at least disinfect the dirt in every nook and cranny.

UPHOLSTERED EVIDENCE - Perhaps too weak to bear the constant weight of mundane desire, this bed eventually burst out on its edge.

HOSTESS HABONERA

THREESOME

SILVER TUMESCENCE AND A SHADOW

THEY WHO STOLE FLEETING HOURS

ENGLISH 101 TEST ITEM NO. I:  Identifying errors.

PERPETUAL WITNESSES.

THE SHOW MUST GO ON AND ON... AND ON.  EVERYDAY.

DISCOMFORT ROOM.

RUBBISH FOR RUBBISH

HANG ON....

LOADING.  UNLOADING.  ALWAYS OPEN.

CIRCUITOUS

TOKADOR - repeating every scene in the four-walled chamber.

PINDOT. PIHIT.  PRESS.  TWIST.