Cheers to the metaphysical

I was told that people from Baguio are poetic after my friend Kenneth and I talked about the metaphysical during a particularly rainy afternoon somewhere in Diliman. I wouldn't call it talking, in so much as it is an involuntary reaction of our systems, manifested by sudden laughs after split-second soul breakdowns. It's a dark and twisted comedy Kenneth and I consume on a daily basis. Sometimes it actually consumes us.

In other news, I have been splurging on books the past few weeks. Here's my July reading list:

I think Immanuel Kant and I would be friends. Excuse me while I introduce him to Murakami and Fulghum. We're having beer.