Acquiring new things is one of my least preferred activities; it is a fatal admixture of boredom, despair, frustration and misanthropy. Yesterday, I went to Indigo Books & Junk to see if they had a volume I’m thinking of getting my husband for Festivus (I was going to look at it there, then order it…
Month: November 2015
Naps
There is this notion that if you live long enough, you will eventually enter a sort of depressed and demented second youth. The final babyhood of humans who attain their nonagenarian Brownie or Boy Scout badges seems to include, but is not limited to: toothlessness and the associated pleasures of tasteless, pre-masticated pablum; the need…
Belonging
There’s a man in my neighbourhood I see nearly every time I leave the house and travel south. I think he suffers from some sort of mental illness, though I have no idea what. I know he hurts and sometimes screams his pain. When I see him, he is usually walking; still in his 40s, I think,…
Jam and Idleness 
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