I have always had, not a dream but a vision in the back my mind — that one day I would arrive as a stranger to a place, and feel immediately comfortable and comforted – like coming home. And then I imagined, that I would simply march up to the door and say “I like …
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Dorje Ling
So I went to visit my spinsta sista Romina on Cortes Island. With one knee swollen from hitting a curb and taking a flying header off my bike, and a heart bruised from over-exertion (from such loving, from loving so hard). Borrowed a rusty bike and went for a ride. Heard there was some Buddhist …
Very interesting times
i have never felt more acutely alive than i do right now. i seem to be developing a perverse sense of humour, that is practically fucking GIGGLING at the most horrendous shit. the giggling doesn’t nec. feel good but the horrendous shit doesn’t necessarily feel all that bad either. it’s very interesting.
Clockwatchers
I once spent a summer working for Commercial Union Life Assurance. I always wondered how life could be assured. But I never bothered to ask. The company sprawled across several floors in the Toronto Dominion Center, three black glass towers full of grey-faced slaves. I wore a skirt and pantyhose on the subway in the …
Kaddish for my dad
My dad was a mischievious sprite. He lived for the little thrills. He loved orange popsicles and sliding on ice patches. He would fly his kite to the end of a very long string and then tie the string to the arm of the adirondack chair and just sit back and gaze into the near-empty …