Can there be melancholy in Manila? Is there a place for its secret brown or deep black-blue in the city’s endless colors, running the spectrum from stark to faded? The city only becomes hospitable to melancholy only when it is midnight in lonely subdivision streets– when the yellow street lamps stare sadly at stragglers going somewhere, anywhere. More importantly, does melancholy have a right to be in Manila? In the face of the city people’s hungry sleep, is there room for your wispy shadows, melancholy? Your sadness without cause?