an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
I open my Facebook and its full of babies. When did I accept a friend request from a baby? Ah, yes, my friend reproduced. Cool. We're all more or less in our 30s...this shit is National Geographically-David Suzuki normal. So why am I weirded out? Its a little bit crazy that you grow a human... Continue Reading →
If you're reading this, you're lucky. Not because my writing is any good, but because you're here. Here on Earth. And there is nothing more precious. Earlier this week, something tragic happened to a distant friend of mine. Distant enough that we haven't kept in touch. Close enough that the news hurt when I learned... Continue Reading →
Straight from the airport, Nearly two breathes of London air, You were the first person I spoke to. And my first words, “Hello, I stink. Can I use your shower?” Best pick-up line ever.
Not to be unduly morbid, but with each passing day we are inching closer to our last. Inarguable, yet unsavoury to the mind. Humans avoid fixation. Perhaps its for the best, to carry on living without much awareness of one's mortality. I mean, what can you really do about it? Plastic surgery and all that... Continue Reading →
Those of you who know me deeply, know that my father is not well. And his erratic behaviours are but a summation of his discontent. Born June 17, 1939 (yes, the year World War II began), he's nearing the end of his good years, and at times, the end of his good nature. Times like... Continue Reading →
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