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…

Hamlet, Him, Americano and an empty bed.

December 7th. Christmas is almost here. Due to my impending exams, I decided to make the trip to Narnia and stay with my mum. Too much distraction in Toronto. As I lay on the couch pretending to study, I watch two of my favourite films: “The Holiday” and “Four Weddings and a Funeral”. Procrastination at…

An open forum and black yarn.

This is the last line I will do tonight, I say as I finish purling the last loop of the scarf I’m knitting. I feel as if I aged about 90 years old as I sit on my bed knitting by the light of 3 large candles. I live an exciting life. I lay in…

Violentines Day or Valentines day?

Toronto’s first big snowfall. Large  snow flakes fall onto my plaid jacket, and the cold seeps through my doc martens. You know it is winter when the roads are fully backed up, and when all the driers forget how to drive in a snowfall. Canadian winters. I spent my evening judging a talent competition. Was…

On The Bar.

Patient anticipation and the waiting for the unknown is truly the only things in life that can be seen as scary. I cannot fathom anything else being true fear. What we are all scared of is the fear of what we do not know. Say life is pulling an American horror story and we were…

Love it more than Ramen.

Saturday night and I am laying in bed watching Hocus Pocus and eating Ramen. My life could not get more exciting. The day after Halloween always seems to be in slow motion. When walking down the streets of Toronto, you witness the slow moving hungover business men heading into their offices. This week I interviewed…

Colour in a world of black and white.

Not many people know this, but I flat-out failed my drivers test. The dreadful part about the whole situation is that it was not the part of the test where you drive… it was the written portion. I know what you’re thinking, “how can this witty white boy fail his drivers test?” Well the answer…

The secret of being a bore.

I am quite literally alone in the suburbs. It is seriously agonizing seeing as there’s absolutely no one to go get a drink with in the mid afternoon. Everyone seems to be either in their homeland, back at school or at their jobs. What am I doing during this time? Writing and drinking. As the…

Bound2

Boundaries are fences that hold us back as individuals. We all create boundaries, for without them there would be no sense of ownership or privacy. What happens if we break a boundary, or how do we actually know if we are overstepping and on the shaky path to crossing the border line between safety. I…

If I won a contest, is it still bad luck?

Good news comes in small bursts. For instance: I woke up to winning seasons 1-3 of American Horror Story on DVD. Good news most of the time is also followed by some seemingly bad news. For instance: I woke up this morning to my ceiling leaking and my floor flooded. In a deep sleep I…

Tabula Rasa & Rambling.

Throughout our lives, it always seems like we are being continuously watched. We are watched by parents when we are children, we Re watched over by superiors at work, and we are continuously surveillanced as customers in a store. There is never really a time where we are fully independent. I understand the sense of…