The City That Made Me Write Again

I flew to Bangkok in spring of 2025 for what I believed to be another trip. I needed to clear my head. I would not discover things anew, nor did I romanticize and expect anything. I just wanted to get away from Manila, from the noise, from myself. But Bangkok had different plans.

I know the exact moment that is began. I was in the back of a cab, half asleep with exhaustion, when I saw it. Not a spark, not a rush. But something slower. Like a city that somehow had been waiting for me to stop running. I didn’t expect to stay. I didn’t expect to feel.

The last thing I thought by far would be that I’d start writing again.