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  • February 10, 2024

  • December 16, 2023

    It’s coming on 11:30 at night and I’m at the shop working on an order for pens. Brasstracks is playing on the Bluetooth speaker and I got an Afghani takeaway for dinner. At some point, I stopped calling this space my “workshop,” and started referring to it as just the “shop.” That must be a…

  • October 6, 2023

    It’s 11:30 pm on a Friday night and I’m at the workshop. I become obsessive about things. My ideas become my vision. My hands have to do the work. My patience can’t seem to wait. I have to go home but I don’t feel like I’m done yet. There’s still so much more to do, so…

  • 10 000 Views!

    10 000 Views!

  • Falling in leaf

    Falling in leaf

  • Starting to Read First Person Singular by Haruki Murakami

    Starting to Read First Person Singular by Haruki Murakami

    I picked up a copy of First Person Singular by Haruki Murakami. After reading the first two short stories in the collection (there are eight stories), I now want to talk about them. The stories are unexpectedly enjoyable.

  • Aly walks around taking pictures of Toronto, and he talks, too | a park and a beach

    Aly walks around taking pictures of Toronto, and he talks, too | a park and a beach

    This week I went looking for parks in Toronto. I made it to one. I also got to a beach for the first time since moving here. The city is a busy place and escaping into a park is a nice way to drown it out for a bit. This week I went to David…

  • No Heat

    No Heat

    There’s no heat in my apartment. I’d take a picture to show you but every picture I take looks like my apartment when it’s warm. It could be romantic. Instead, it’s cold.

  • Getting home

    Getting home

    She bought a bag of grapes and a handful of bananas. Me, I was waiting behind her to pay for my three Jamaican meet patties, a bag of chips, and a jar of salsa. After we had each paid, we met again outside the Hasty Market, where she was searching around for a lighter. I…

  • I kneed a sleeping baby in the face

    I kneed a sleeping baby in the face

    While getting off a packed bus, I stepped over a stroller and as my right knee was coming over, it hit the baby sleeping inside on the left cheek. I blurted out, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” as I, without thinking, as if instinctually, reached down and gently stroked the child’s cheek. Maybe I was…

  • I’ve finally gotten old

    I’ve finally gotten old

    It’d be easy to argue that I’ve been aging since I was born, some 34.5 years ago. What of those nine months during gestation, when I was but a parasite? We’ll them a growth, but not aging, period. Tonight, I finally got old, though. It happened tonight while I was paying for my groceries. But,…

  • Day 23 of 30

    Day 23 of 30

    The last two days have been good underwear days. Today, as a consequence, has been a bad underwear day.