Is this true? Did Shakespeare know of the falsified reality we would be living? How do we know when memories end and reality truly begins, for there are things that you cannot forget even though you wish that you could.
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Dog Whistle Conversation & The Canine Theory.
Drunk on pride and half a bottle of merlot, I sit down and begin to write. During the initial stages of puppy training, teething becomes an act that needs to be nipped in the bud. In a city where men are akin to canines, how do we know the lovers from the fighters, and which ones won’t bite.
Bitter Coffee & Band-Aids
This conceptualized idea of the Venn diagram can be applied to all aspects of living: Lifestyle, Career, Relationships, and even Mental correspondence. The Venn diagram is an image of the modern millennial, intertwined with the past yet desperately seeking a future.
One by one, two by two.
During a late night conversation, I was asked what my happiest moment was. I paused and began to search through the archives of my memory. Moments had passed, and I, unfortunately, could not answer. The question, while seemingly so simple, proved to be something that was quite the task. When asked, I could immediately recall…
Realm of the Undefined.
There comes a point when ‘sorry’ loses its meaning, where the power of apologizing dissipates in the pain that was caused. Sitting in Balzaks coffee roasters I enjoy a coffee with a work colleague. Bumble and I have always had an immediate attraction towards one another, maybe it was our innate extroverted personalities, but we…
Finding my inner Cara Delevigne.
Navigate salon, industrial revolutionized surroundings complete with the most talented hair designers in Toronto. I have always loved working with my hair…I have been blonde, brunette, red, white silver…this list goes on. When asked if I was willing to model for the salon, I jumped at the opportunity. As all of you probably know, I…
You Are What You Eat….
The summer sun has risen over the cobble stones of Toronto’ Distillery District. Sitting on my balcony I gaze down at the people donning this seasons styles that keep up with the new found warmth. I have begun looking at life differently over the past couple of days. I will not lie, I am usually…
How to Succeed in Business Without Being Sleep Deprived: A Musical.
Would it be a sin if I never sleep again? Sitting in Toronto Based Rooster’s Coffee sipping on a drip black coffee with an espresso shot, I enjoy my red eye while operating my human mechanics on an utter lack of sleep. A local coffee shop is always the best place to organize the mind…
Sweet taste of inspiration.
The sweet taste of a former vice lighting through your soul. With the remnants of my past faded into the summer, there comes a time when certain flickers of life find there way back. The bitter taste of an americano, the sweet tang of a cosmopolitan. Spending my time in from of an outdated laptop,…
Love Insurance not included.
The swift glide of the pen over the lines as I begin to write. Today I put away the typewriter and picked up the pen; it is a real shame how dreadful my penmanship has become over the years of my sole reliance on technology. As another Valentine Day has come and gone, the search…
Morning Wood & Red Wine.
Sleepy eyes and red wine soaked dreams, I wake up and see the early morning sunshine beam through my blinds. Sitting up in my bed I stretch out my aching feet and attempt to regain consciousness. Walking over to the brightly lit window, I open the curtains and I see the blanket of a freshly…
My Personal Mirkwood: Dealing with first encounters.
Sitting on the mezzanine of a local coffee shop, I look down at the coffee lovers below. With aged white brick all around me, and industrial piping covering the ceiling, I take note of the aged décor and the smell of coffee beans. From the center of the coffee shop hangs a large, aged chandelier…
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