I was sitting on a crowded bus at quarter to ten at night, my backpack on my lap and my copy of Gravity's Rainbow open in front of me. I was endeavouring to...
When I run into friends and classmates on campus, more often than not they remark upon how frequently they see me. These friends and classmates tend to encounter me in...
I was driving around Toronto with my father once, taking pictures for a photo essay I had to do for my grade eleven English class. My photo essay was an...
When I think back on my encounters with Kyle from Newfoundland, he hardly seems real, though that could be owing in part to my refusal to refer to him as...