The moon lits up the whole terrace. There's something magical about waking up at night, stepping out into the winter cold, listening to the city silence, growing a tobacco cigarette and thinking of that same old same old piece of writing wrapped up in your wollen jacket pocket. You look at the ink on the … Continue reading That Memory Dancing
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What Actual Travelling Feels Like
This is what a real traveller feels like: Homeless. Without home. Not the place where you were born, not the place where you are now. And the sound of music that you float on exists of a million different cultural pieces from now on. Travelling as a word has become a trend these days. But … Continue reading What Actual Travelling Feels Like
True Leadership
It’s a jungle out there, man. New school, new job, new ... something. It’s all the same, isn’t it? Smiles, and promises. Every cave you enter, they love you, they welcome you and then, all of a sudden, you find yourself left out. Here’s the thing. They don’t want you, they wonder what you’ve got. … Continue reading True Leadership
My Jumps / Under My Coat
So we went to the mountains, right, all three of us. I love that place. "Quiet and alone." We brought the red whigs as usual, made us look like we were the same kind. But we felt different though. That’s how it is with stimuli, right, no one feels the way you feel. I can … Continue reading My Jumps / Under My Coat
The Bricks of Thy brain / Help, I Got Lost
Let's do some tap dancing and mix it up with modern Canadian architecture. Let's do a René Magritte-scenery. "In my secret life." That's a house filled with dark corners and Kubrick-like staircases. "I cheat and I lie, I do what I have to do to get by." Ah yes, getting by obviously requires cheating and … Continue reading The Bricks of Thy brain / Help, I Got Lost
The Critical Goose 