War movies (Fury, Behind Enemy Lines) trivialize my job. This thought needed a walk--and two cigarettes. Soon I was panting. I was taking big strides, thinking about this and that. Each movie has a character with a clear, defined purpose. Each character has his own motivations, goals, fears, all these realized in the span of the movie. At each roll of the credits my eyes roam around, stare at the waiting shed, at the abandoned look of the streets at 11:30 PM, at the drunk men swaying by the sidewalks. There clearly isn't any goal. There are no safe zones, no explosions, no critical missions, extractions. The admiral dozes off by the sari-sari store's makeshift window. The bus hurries off to Sta. Rosa, heads to the garage, waits for the morning shift.