nerdy drama of an anonymous manong

i pass by him everyday. he sits by the wall of gaisano guanco. beside him are plastic bags full of clothes and unknown stuffs. he has his reading glasses on and he's devouring on the papers headline. everyday, the "street manong" had his most relaxed position like he is in the living room of his own house. well, sitting there may feel like he is in the comfort of his home. he's so focused on what he's reading. his face is so calm. he never notices the jeepneys, trikes, people and noise around him. he is...serenity.

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