Once upon a time in the mid-90s, I signed up for an archaeology field course in Utah. I was young, curious, and perhaps a little overconfident in my ability to “rough it.” Spoiler: I had no idea what conserving water really meant. When we arrived at our camp on Little Creek Mesa, we were given
Most of us are a wee bit odd, we roam to the beat of our own songs, some of our beats more distinct than others. We may have given ourselves the “Black Sheep” label, it may have been an honorary title, it may have been given without permission. It has happened, we have found ourselves
When I was sixteen years old my mother informed me that she was taking me out of school to give me an education. What she meant by this was that I was going to miss two weeks of my first term of grade eleven because we were going to South East Asia. It was the
We do not exist. In the scope of space time our human experience is so fast it does not register as an actual event. We are small. Sometimes by the ocean, in the mountains, we feel it. We feel it at night staring into to the beautifully terrifying vastness of the universe from our backyard.
We have all been here. Some of us drop in briefly, there are others who linger here like shadows. We journey here and back throughout our lives. Ours stays, chaotic in their nature of time and comfort. The darkness is endlessly terrifying, but there is a safety in the consistency of the solitude. Pain may
