Quotation from a TV show
“Most of what’s been built in North America has been built within the last fifty years; and it’s brutal, dark, depressing, and ugly.”
Fall rain is sombre; winter rain a misery; and summer rain can be little more than oppressive. There is nothing like opening your windows to the smell of the first real rain of spring. Nothing smells that clean, nothing feels quite that comfortable. The other day I went outside without my coat, unbound, unfettered; I actually lifted my arms up to the sky and stretched. I don’t hate winter,...
I had too much to dream last night
I had a dream last night, that I was late for my best friend’s wedding because I couldn’t find the right hose, so I had to borrow tights from a wreslter. No hallucinagens were involved in the making of this dream.
Appleology of my (fault) eye
I didn’t, until a few days ago, really think about that cliche (I don’t type accents) of Canadians apologising for everything, including their own existence, but it’s true. I do it. A lot. I found that I was apologising for bumping into people, even when it’s not my fault. I don’t spend a lot of time apologising for things, mainly because I spend a lot of time...
Ceci n'est pas un arbre
Why are they chopping down the tree outside my windows? I woke up this morning to the haunting melody of chainsaws less than ten feet from my noggin; all that separated me from it was a corner of comforter and the window glass. I like trees, big trees, little trees, lots of trees. There’s something truly disturbing about a residential neighbourhood that’s flatter than a pancake,...