Ears plugged.nausea.The floor spins. I am an object.Things become me. Shadows? Beyond the self through others. Four years have taught me:Roots. ie the branch between me and others. Escape. Continue reading

– Sick. Headache, hard to breathe, back pain, plugged ears, sorethroat. – -  Didn’t go to class at 11. Whatever. – Took hoya out for a walk in the morning. – Had a smoothie, stocks, cleaned up, wrote- Piano. I just can’t get Goldberg’s 5th variation right. – The sun came out and the whole Continue reading

Woke up at 9, stocks, took hoya out. She’s more happy to go out now than the night. It’s a part of my morning routine now–hoya and I. It’s no beach walk, but it’s good enough. Then, I had some toast and biked to class. Faster than uber. And Toronto’s also getting warmer. The sun’s Continue reading

Done nothing all week, all day. Been an absolute bum. Yeah that’s me. and you know what, I’ve done much more than I’ve planned, because I’ve planned nothing. Because I’ve planned everything, and I’ve planned nothing. Because I have all these plan, but I didn’t have a backup plan for my plan, so technically, to Continue reading

She has to pee. The snow rages. The black road coagulates–mud, water, snow. Her little, wet nose spots out where to pee and poop. The old bark peels. The sun creeps and peeps, shaking the shades of the pale, naked trees. I walk pass Yonge street. Men sleep on the salted ground, ragged and smoking… Continue reading

The sea, the sea, the sea, with its waves and rocks and wind, the sand, the trees, the sweet scent of the aging wood, the stupor of the warm sun, the slippery, green moss, the ear… what is free. a free lunch, a coupon, a free life free. I do not pay the bills. But Continue reading

The most eventful, unproductive week. Met up with friends as I do every year. Each year, I’m a little different. But I’m no different from the person that I was a year ago. I say this every year, that I’m a little different. But it’s relative. My difference predicates on my former differences, which is Continue reading

Woke up under the gaze of the black curtains Could not fall back asleep. Woke up by the sound of a dog It came. I made breakfast Then coffee I ate. From then on, not much. Not much till now. Now, I’m writing. But I don’t want to write. And there’s not much to write Continue reading

It seems like I’m breaking out of a cage. Hurry a lion into the sound of cage. Echo. Because emptiness pervades. ‘Do not test the sound of names if you no longer hear it.’ It was there, but it is here no longer. ‘Its travelled far and far into the past where you’ll have to Continue reading