It is one of those nights in which, outside, everything is quiet and the air is still, but, from the interior of my captain's cabin bedroom, I hear ocean waves rushing on a shore.

Many years ago, I wrote in my introduction to Cubao Midnight Express: Mga Pusong Nadiskaril Sa Mahabang Riles Ng Pag-ibig that I would always hear a train passing through, somewhere in Cubao--and this was years before the LRT and MRT were ever built.

I wonder what the ocean waves could mean.