Sulit.

Some things somehow get this ability to make us move have us wish even devote a lifetime.. for the gratification that blesses us; or rather a part of us that’s only ever been touched this one time and was not known otherwise. ‘Sulit’ is a narrative about that ‘something’ which feels ‘worthwhile’. Cheers to the time you gave it all in this story has a face that could no more be seen by a boy who‘d keep dreaming of the place where this girl had once been; for it was where he realized he’s been alive. In all these years though the world has changed so his dream is still naive as dumb mobiles; and is now a misfit in these Internet times. It’s suddenly all so fast for a scene unrushed and romanticized; and if he happened to come across that face amist all this would he let her know all that she is would he get to it? Or will this scene take a flip only olden flicks did. When he discovers as he does his bit that it’s Sulit. [White Paper/Gloss Finish] A G