Andrea Benitez

Perhaps everyone being home made me realize how lonely growing up can be — how the quest for independence feels a little less daunting when home base is right there.

Only recently have I registered how carefully I hold joy in my hands, clutching it, eyeing it, cautiously awaiting its disintegration. 

When time warped in on itself and I stepped into another dimension, I didn’t anticipate the whiplash that demanded to be felt.

I refuse to let such a turbulent history vanish, and I know there are millions of Filipinos who feel the same.

We all exist in little limbos —  whether we know it or not.