Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it.
Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far
and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
"The Old Poets of China" by Mary Oliver

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PS 224 Philippine Industrialization & Urbanization
PS 249 Design & Evaluation of Development Projects