The final drag, the last drink, the parting kiss and the final goodbye. These moments of closure can stay with you for years to come, yet you will never forget the adrenaline rush of what once brought you happiness. It is quite ironic how the human body is able to forget all memory of pain,…
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Strategic Thinking & A Big Personality.
Sitting cross-legged on my couch, laptop on my lap and textbooks skewed around me,I begin to write my final essay for my Philosophy of Love and Sex class. Surrounded by nearly a dozen empty Starbucks cups, I attempt to sort through my views on the concept of Romantic Love. Irving Singer, a tiny, seemingly materialistic philosopher…
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…
Club Rats in the African Savannah.
The lights of the dance cave shone brightly over me. Dancing in the middle: Hair dripping, hands up, oblivious to the world around me. It is these evenings of pure isolated musical escapism, that you can just feel so alone in a crowded place. The ease placed on your mind as you swerve towards the…
Riddance of the Walk-In.
Sunday afternoon. Waking up late, I sit down at the kitchen table and open my laptop. To the left of me are fresh cut daisies (My favourite flower) from the local farmers market, and to the right I have the stacks of books and plays that need to be read for class. With the scent…
Balance is the key (Money is the result).
Laying in bed with my Andy on a quiet Saturday evening. For those who do not know, Andy is my dog. A hound, husky mix who is the holder of my love. With a lost voice, and a dreadful cough, I decided to head into my homeland of Mississauga to have a weekend of relaxation….
Typescript & Lindsay.
Sitting down at my typewriter, I begin to write. With every letter, the click of each key acts as a sense of tranquility. I will never have a complaint towards an apple laptop, but nothing will beat the primal and beautiful sounds of an aged typewriter. As I spend the week engaging in a new…
Emotional Prenup & The search for a great latte.
Spending the afternoon in the local coffee shop, Nat and I sit at our usual table with our laptops and cups of extra large coffee. Coming here to write and to drink the overpriced coffee, I sit back letting the words flow, and think of “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of great coffee”. Throughout this…
WWCD – The shepherd follows the herd
Stepping out onto the snow covered streets of Toronto; I attempt to navigate my way down the wet and icy sidewalk without falling. With my brogues acting as skis opposed to shoes, I trek down the slippery slope of Yonge Street on my way home. The year is now 2015. Looking around me at the…
Out.
Christmas Eve. One bottle of wine, and four episodes of Sex and the City, my mother and I lay on the couch until the wee hours of the morning. I have never been fond of Christmas. With the corporate consumerism and the ridiculous amounts of money spent on gifts, the whole thing seems utterly preposterous….
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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