Back in Napoli
A gangle of old people are discussing what I'm assuming is parts of a book they are planning to publish. And it reeks of culty Christian give-me-money and ill save your soul kind of writing. It's the sort of thing that could motivate a middle aged woman into dumping all her money into silver since it's still on the rise yet not knowing what an roi is. One chapter is called "guardians of the galaxy" not in reference to the movie but because all of us are guardians entrusted by God to I guess protect things. Which is fine in spirit but in 2026 surely there's better ways to motivate the everyday person into taking action. It always hurts to hear an old person talk with such conviction when you know the dumbest thing ever will come out of their mouths. You would think these kind of elder socialites that end up hanging in places very much not designed for them would try and do something worthwhile but perhaps it's a generational gap in what's worth doing.
Any and all attempts at indulging with European aesthetics falls flat when the country you're set in actively punishes the idea of leisure and comfort. It seems criminal to even conceptualize a lifestyle with relaxation at the forefront. But all sins can be forgiven when said attempts include cafes that play steven universe songs because sure why not. If that show was set in Davao majority of the problems would have been resolved with the locals chiming in and scolding the gems for being too loud. Only to join in because said gems start singing and so each conflict turns into one big karaoke night.
You can tell sexpats believe they genuinely deserve to live. Never has well spoken English sounded as evil as it has when a fat bulbous onion articulates only base demands in order to satisfy his urges. The sort of presence that makes one feel watched at every angle. Front or back, left or right not a single sense is spared when trying to ignore such an embarrassment. It makes one wonder if disease should be assigned solely to the ham sandwich race who spreads only filth in their wake. Even a single cough can ruin an entire village yet no matter the tragedy all is met with a scoff or a laugh. No time to mourn trash that simply piles up overtime. What's the difference either way a face is only a face to those who bother to look. To these men however unless value is assigned then all Asians might as well be one in how they all accomplish the same goal, service and gratitude.