Last week I ended things with my partner of over a year, which coincided with multiple lectures on attachment and relationships in my Social Psychology class. So I’ve been thinking, and the aforementioned bell hooks’ All About Love is making eyes at me from my bedside table, which is making me think some more.... READ MORE>>>
A familiar jingle accompanies you on your commute. You put on your headphones, open your book, sit back in your seat. Music plays as you gaze out the window, watching the underground speed past you, you pull into the next station. Standing people, on their phones, watching ads, talking to their friends. It’s a daily occurrence, it’s repetitive, it’s your commute.... READ MORE>>>
It is not yet 11PM when you arrive at the venue on Saint Laurent, wine drunk, stumbling out of the Uber. The moon hangs low in the sky, full and white. You adjust the nipple charms on your tank top. You help your friend tighten her leather harness.... READ MORE>>>
Just when you think that you cannot stand another snow filled sidewalk or send another text with cold and slow fingers, the winter breaks and the thaw begins. Unfortunately at this time I’m writing to you from the other side of the icy veil; winter in Montreal this year has been uniquely frigid... READ MORE>>>
I’m sure everyone reading this knows Fade Into You by Mazzy Star. I’m starting the first few words of this to it. It’s entry no. 2, and I still don’t know how to write a blog post... READ MORE>>>
For me, January always marks the glorious beginning of the new year and the time to complete all my new year rituals (new diary, ins and outs list, resolutions, the whole nine) but also the beginning of a slight, unshakable funk. I think many people call this state “January blues” ... READ MORE>>>
I should start by providing a warning: I have nothing to say. I’m not sure what a blog entails in terms of writing or in terms of expectations. My twitter bio reads, “storyteller. collection of clouds.” So I suggest the following: I tell stories. We cloudgaze. Tell me what shapes you see... READ MORE>>>
The year is 2021. It’s a Friday, and like many Fridays around this time, you have no plans but to gaze far out of your bedroom window, dissociating from time’s brutal continuity, until the street tapers off into oblivion. Your friend calls you— there’s a rave happening just outside the city and they’re all going... READ MORE>>>
This summer, I fell into parties. Like how you might fall into an uncapped sewer drain— unexpectedly, all at once, unsure of what has happened to you. I attended huge parties, intimate ones; raves, concerts, club nights, queer nights, free parties in the middle of the woods. In the morning, I emerged from a gap in the trees like a vampire, pale, crystallizing in the daylight... READ MORE>>>