Tuesday, July 13, 2004
REAL SURREAL
Was in Cubao around lunch (er...long story) and decided that since I was in the area anyway, I might as well drop by the big National Bookstore branch.
While I was walking between shelves at the previously owned books section (well, it's actually an entire musty, lonely floor)and scanning through titles, the store's sound system suddenly plays (nah, not I'll Be...that was when I passed a shop for denim pants in Farmers) of all things, the theme from Voltes V.
I wasn't sure whether to smile or cringe at the strangeness of it all.
So, I just kept walking as an anthem from my childhood played for books that were no longer wanted by their original owners.
While I was walking between shelves at the previously owned books section (well, it's actually an entire musty, lonely floor)and scanning through titles, the store's sound system suddenly plays (nah, not I'll Be...that was when I passed a shop for denim pants in Farmers) of all things, the theme from Voltes V.
I wasn't sure whether to smile or cringe at the strangeness of it all.
So, I just kept walking as an anthem from my childhood played for books that were no longer wanted by their original owners.
