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 …
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 …
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 …
