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

Reimag[in]ing the Nation:Sulu Sojourns

Feb. 12 - April 30, 2013
ASEAN Hall, GT Toyota Hall of Wisdom, Asian Center UP Diliman