ecolalia

Musings on neuro-(bio)diversity and the environment;
above all, a repository of attempts to turn the terror of writing into practice.

autobiography

  • A woman’s hiding place in the revolution

    International Women’s Day has come and gone. I had my boots on the ground in a March 8th march, held up demanding signs, symbolized the fuck out of my presence on the streets of Brussels for hours. I scrubbed floors… Continue reading

    A woman’s hiding place in the revolution

  • Ang kwentong malansa ni Aling Isda

    Ang hindi magmahal sa kanyang salita / mahigit sa hayop at malansang isda. Sa Aking Mga Kabata, 1868 The famous quote, often attributed to Jose Rizal, recently washed back up on the shore of my thoughts like a floundering aquatic… Continue reading

    Ang kwentong malansa ni Aling Isda