This makes me enjoy tracking shipments thru FedEx. You can create a travelogue for the package. I was just been inserted into this paper thingie, a cousin, he has been named the envelope; and we descended from the family of pressed matter out of trees. He was cut out in shapes then glued while i was someone of the exact measure called A4, seemingly boring of 4 corners, not as complicated as envelope, but I had something tattooed over me that they call a document print. That made me so important that envelope was actually my bodyguard. I was just wondering today why I was taken in by this man who was paid and inserted me with envelope into this pouch. I usually hated plastic but he seemed to have been made to cover us, envelope and me, again. The last time I checked, we were held in a rack in Manila. But, suddenly felt the squeeze as we were pressed against others also in different pouches and boxes. We were travelling to Pasay. I felt hands flipping us into different crates. I thought I had newfound friends but we were made to say goodbye, abruptly. It must be because of that written address stuck in mr. Plastic pouch. The next thing that i felt was some murmur of an engine. I felt the movement of some sort. Then the air inside felt pressing to pouch, yearning to go out. I recall our mother tree has been told by the birds that the pressure of the air in high altitudes as they fly up in the sky is low, hence, we must be flying. But pressure changed again. We were being transferred again. I just prayed because the document i contain must not be caught in a layover, and i was trying to understand what these people handling us are saying. They were different. I think I heard someone say, Ni hao? What will happen? We really seem to be in a layover. They said this is in Guang Zhou. I hope the next chapter will let me get through to my destination... #fedex #instagram #igers #igersph #igersmanila (at Quezon City, Philippines)
