by Gerald John Cabanilla Guillermo

lex in lumine; lumine in lex

As an Evening student, I seldom see the Malcolm Hall in the day, basking in the blazing glory of the sun, standing proud and tall with its paper-colored walls. I mostly see this building at night—illuminated by artificial lights and the soft light of the moon—giving off a somewhat dreamy and calming glow.

After more than a year, I long and hope to see the light amidst the darkness again in Malcolm Hall, and so with society as well.