1:00 am Robson and Bute

The streets are wet, reflecting the night in an offset version of itself. Faces are blurry, paces are hurried to places far buried. It’s a time for hunting when predators are preys and the weak grow strong. Alcohol is everywhere, flowing through veins and into brains, pouring out of nightclubs and shooting stars out of…

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The meaning of life

Everything in life seems to be a matter of perspective. Things are different seen from above, from below or from the inside. From before and from after. Bird’s eye, fisheye, eye level, eyes closed. Are there as many universes as there are points of view? Will the things here ever match the stuff over there…

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Thinking out loud

On passe sa vie à partir, en dehors et en dedans. On traverse des oh! et des bah! – les premiers créateurs, les seconds générateurs de départs. On s’éloigne lentement de la famille, on laisse derrière le sourire des amis, on délaisse les lieux qui pourtant nous sont devenus familiers. Le quai d’une gare, un…

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Surviving the dark knights

They come in the deepest night, riding tall horses dressed in black metal mesh and aged leather. Their run echoes like an angry wind building up over a desolated plain before throwing itself into the chasms of a narrow canyon. The riders need no armor for they are almost invincible, yet they all wear one,…

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Nostalgia

What do I do when I miss the underwater realm so much it becomes almost painful? I take a walk to the Vancouver Aquarium, of course. I visit fishes (sic) in cages to forget I live in one. It’s a sad visit, always moving, yet always fun. I like to think that if some humans…

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