The TV was on though I was barely paying attention as I sank into the couch. I stretched to the table to grab some chips, my hand landing on an empty bag. I reached down to the floor; two empty bottles of soda, an empty bag of jujubes, and no chips. I might have to actually get up if I wanted to get something to eat. The thought of …
Found Revelations
Being a housekeeper at a beach side resort was never my idea of a glamourous job; but it did come with some perks. The best was all the stuff that was left behind in the rooms; the bottles of alcohol, books, some clothing, money – all free to whoever found it if it wasn’t claimed within a week. All great stuff, but the most interesting thing I found were a …
Coax the Chipmunk
I woke up with the idea in my head; it was almost fully formed with plot details, the rising tension, and a great climactic scene mapped out. From that point it just felt like transcribing. It was going to be a breeze of a day. Then I actually got out of bed, and the dream, and the story, all those plot points and characters and that great climactic scene; they …
Information Input
I came to inside a white room with no doors and no windows. To say I ‘woke up’ didn’t fit as I didn’t experience any sort of grogginess like I was emerging from unconsciousness. I simply wasn’t, and then I was. I was there in that white room with no doors and no windows, and a faint glow of light emanating from the corners, it’s source unknown or cleverly hidden. …
Rolling Tumbleweeds of Fur
The Kind One is very nice to us. She feeds us, gives us water, we are always warm and dry wherever we are. The apartment we live in is not very large, but there are lots of things to chase around that make noises, and tall things to climb so we can look down and keep an eye on our shared space. If I’m ever feeling lonely, I can call …
Plunderphonics, or; Shit, They Can Make Music Out of Anything
There’s a great band – one of my favourite bands – that you should check out called The Books. They’re an American/Dutch duo whose music combines instrumentation with bits of audio they’ve culled from a variety of sources; old commercials, instructional tapes, cassettes found in thrift stores, archives, and friends. Ostensibly known as Collage Rock, they released four albums between 2002 and 2010 before breaking up to focus on their …
Traversing Toronto’s Underground PATH, or; Shit, Have I Been Here Before?
I was standing in the York Concourse inside Union Station staring up at the map of Toronto’s underground PATH system. I had seen the signs before while taking the subway around downtown, and whenever I took the GO Train home to see my family. A modicum of research told me the PATH was a shopping centre of underground passageways. I had never explored it before and a rainy Friday in …
Chasing the Irish Sunset, or; Fuck, I Guess We’re Taking the Long Way Home
It was about ten years ago now, my friend Adam and I had moved to Galway, a small town on the west coast of Ireland. We lived just outside the city and had to walk across a stone foot bridge that spanned part of Galway Bay to get into town each day. And each day on our way home, our arms laden with groceries, tired from handing out resumes all …
Kicking Up Memories with Celebration Rock by Japandroids, or; Fuck Nostalgia (Your Album Still Bangs Though)
It was sometime in September of 2008, at least so Facebook tells me. For all its faults the one thing Facebook has been good for is hanging onto those memories through pictures that I’ve forgotten. I had been drinking a lot of whisky that night so the whole thing is a little hazy; and by a little I mean a lot hazy. And there I am, fake blood dripping from …
The Life Aquatic and the Hunt for Identity or: How I Learned to Fucking Relax and Enjoy the Process
I have a big blue chest that sits in my room and acts as a catch-all for a lot of random stuff whenever I find I don’t have some place to put it. At this very moment it has a deliberately placed collection of watches and rings; two change jars, as well as the more miscellaneous bib and medal from the half-marathon I ran, a piece of art I’ve been …