While waiting for this morning’s mass to begin, my mind wandered again. I saw a gutter, the normal ones with a curb and a sign saying: “DO NOT DUMP. GOES TO BAY”. And in this gutter was a pile of dried leaves, the kinds you’d find during fall when sycamore trees drop their leaves. And I see a street sweeper/me with a street broom. And with this street broom I am sweeping/pushing the piles of dried leaves to be hauled away by the city’s trucks. And in its place of dried leaves were piles of dirty money. I saw myself burning this pile of money because I couldn’t figure out what do to do with the swept up pile.
While walking around the Great Mall this late morning, I was joking to Maw and Paw about how Filipinos used to sleep comfortably on the dirt/ground and/or “banig” (a Filipino mat), similar to an ” ‘ie toga“, a type of fine woven Samoan mat, the highest value in Samoan culture. Nowadays, it’s called a “sleeping bag” for the campers, who would term the experience of sleeping in the outdoors as “roughing it”.
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