Stability is an illusion. One will always be "palaboy." One can only be "palaboy." Faces, places, relations and stations, in all these, come-and-go is the name of the game. Foolish is he who tenaciously clings on any of these he meets on the way; a barnacle waiting to be brutally swept away by the raging waves, with the lumber onto which it has latched.
I can only be "palaboy."
I will always be "palaboy."
At least for as long as I walk this earth.
Travel light!
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