Wednesday, 2 August 2017





















I've let the email chain go silent. 

Last night's waxing gibbous moon has me exited about august's sturgeon moon. Make sure you go out and see it when it happens.




































































Tuesday, 1 August 2017


























"I have a life to garden; a multiuniverse to awake from sleep." -Billie Bille



















































Thursday, 27 July 2017














"Three o'clock & suddenly awake amid the smell of dreams & the years come back and peopled and blown away again like smoke. A young woman am I, twenty nine, but I am as full of dreams as an ancient. At night the years come back & perch around my bed like ghosts.

But, as good as it is, my old place is used up (places get used up by rotatory and repetitive use) and when I awake, I wake in the grip of everydayness. Everydayness is the enemy. No search is possible. Perhaps there was a time when everydayness was not too strong and one could break its grip by brute strength. Now nothing breaks it - but disaster. Only once in my life was the grip of everydayness broken: when I lay bleeding in a ditch.

In a sudden rage and, as if I had been seized by a fit, I roll over & fall in a heap on the floor & lie shivering on the boards, worse off than the miserablest muskrat in the swamp. Nevertheless, I vow: I'm a son of a bitch if I'll be defeated by the everydayness.

(The everydayness is everywhere now, having begun in the cities & seeking out the remotest nooks and corners of the countryside, even the swamps.)"



-The Moviegoer,  Walker Percy
-Photo Credit:  Billie Billie

























Saturday, 22 July 2017

























Now I just feel like I'm talking to myself... which is alright I guess, nothing I haven't done before...

Seriously though, don't leave me out to dry here. You don't have to write a dissertation or anything justsomething















































































































































I know I took six days to respond, but that's only because I was in the middle of the bush. 

Remember, you did tell me to pester you about this. I get on the train today and I'm back in Mississauga tomorrow night. I'll give you until then.



























































































Wednesday, 19 July 2017





















Despair as the lack of desire to have any kind of experience. 

























Sunday, 16 July 2017


















It's coming up on 6 in the morning, the air is still foggy, and last night's full moon has yet to set over the small tent city that's popped up in Middle Musquodoboit. I'm riding a borrowed mountain bike to deliver updated programs to the subcamps, so that they can deliver them to the youth. That part's not really important though, the point is that I'm flying over dirt roads under the light of the full setting moon. Interestingly enough, that happened the day you sent the email.

A chapter a week would be nice, but we need to be dedicated. Prove to me that it's possible by sending me your long awaited thoughts on the first chapter. 
























Wednesday, 28 June 2017

from, FIRST & LAST FREEDOM





























TO COMMUNICATE with one another, even if we know each other very well, is extremely difficult. I may use words that may have to you a significance different from mine. Understanding comes when we, you and I, meet on the same level at the same time. That happens only when there is real affection between people, between husband and wife, between intimate fiends. That is real communion. Instantaneous understanding comes when we meet on the same level at the same time.
















































Tuesday, 27 June 2017

Sunday, 25 June 2017

After Four Years.




















Leaving the party with Her.
Last time I will ever see Him.
He waves me down by the exit,
(It's been 4 years.)
"I was wondering, what do I call you?"
"You know me."
I say after a long deliberation.
"You never answer my questions."



































































Friday, 23 June 2017




























"I feel like I should formally thank-you," He says, "you've given me presence of mind."











































Wednesday, 21 June 2017





























THERE ARE PLACES YOU NEED TO RUSH.
HERE'S NOT ONE OF THEM.





































Sunday, 18 June 2017

ART OF TALKING TO STRANGERS: HIM to HER




























Last day in Munich. Without sounding like dwelling, I think the way you handled the Munich arrangement was really immature. Even if you couldn't find anytime within a 4 day window (which is questionable), you really are old enough to pick up the phone and make a call, Return one of my calls or just follow-up rather than sending a brief whimsical txt msg. I would have flown elsewhere. I don't like writing these msgs, but feel you need to hear this. Was unimpressed. Peace out
























































































































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