Back from Quezon City Hall. Going to and from it was a phenomenological experience. Since I retired from work in December 2014 I hardly went outside Cubao. Sitting in a taxi both ways this afternoon, I saw from the window that many things had changed--shops and signs in particular. I felt that I was in a different city.
That is probably the same feeling of the legendary man who is stolen away by mermaids and is returned to land after seven years.