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Ronald Ventura’s hyperrealist highway

By Igan D’Bayan | April 18, 2005 - 12:00am

Eight p.m., on the corner of Mindanao Ave. and the void. We got lost going to Ronald Ventura’s house. Villages with duplicate names. Roads that snake to nowhere. Landmarks swallowed by the liquid night. People...

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