Art of the French “Whine”.

The crisp bite of autumn causes commuters to throw on a topcoat and head out into the chilly city. I find that fall has a very distinct smell; I’m not quite sure if it is the fact that everything is dying, but the season seems to fill me with life.   The click of my…

How To Find Your Balls (Literally & Figuratively).

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”.  After an unncessecful day of apartment hunting with Americano, we walked back to my apartment to put on a film. Picking the adaptation of my favourite novel “The Great Gatsby”, we at down to watch the tragedy unfold. Looking at the…

To go the distance, or to stay local.

Relationships are difficult enough to do, but when you add distance into the equation, a whole new web of problems seem to arise. Long distance relationships are an intriguing idea that I have been toying back and forth  with for the past little while. With Hamlet on my mind, I am wondering if a lost…

Hamlet.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough wins do shake the darling buds of May, and summer’s lease hath all too short a date”.   Perfection.   It is honestly all I can say.   I did not think that I could possibly meet someone so…