the jeep halts at the traffic space. My attention turns towards Gaisano and the gasoline station, right beside it. People beat time and personal grace: crossing, alighting, talking, thinking.
I think about something...
The driver picked one toothpick out of five sticks that are securely placed at the roof of his jeep. Picks his morning teeth while talking with his friend beside him.
I stare at the remaining toothpicks above. One for lunch, one for dinner. There are still some sticks for the next day!
Some cranes are visible at the enclosed area of Ayala mall. I must look at the skies at this point because when the building would be there. It surely would block the skies over there!
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