I am currently working on a long-overdue post on our Corregidor trip. But for now, this.
This is one of the ruins of a building that was bombed in Corregidor during those war years. It was raining that day and I was a little exhausted from our classes. But looking back, I wish I had more time to linger. There is something both ghastly and beautiful about ruins such as this one, a shell that has long lost its soul. And even then, it is never empty.