A wall literally separates the halls of final resort and the bastion of youthful idealism. Occasionally at lunchtime, the lines get blurred, oftentimes over food and memories. One day the table will get as silent as the quadrangle during summertime but there will never come a time that the stories shared will ever be forgotten.
(This series was featured in my Facebook Page beginning on the 10th day before I my resignation from my Manila employment became effective. This uncut version pays homage to my love affair with the capital. Not all lovers are given the chance to say goodbye. This is my attempt to chronicle her beauty. #10DaysOfManilaUncut )