There’s a miasma of the self I can’t escape. Every so often, I return back to myself at an alarming pace. It’s almost like no change or transformation has ever taken place. To me though, it’s like being healed again. Mended back to my younger self, a self that could willingly and naturally be unreasonably…

This one’s long-lasting. He parks his car exactly along the lines. Plaid blazer, plaid shirt, plaid socks, plaid scarf, and plaid pride. This man lives in lines, and he doesn’t cross them. There’s a measuring tape in his pocket, and even if you think he’s not measuring the distance between him and another, he’s calculating…

It’s better to die. You’re going to die anyway. Have you met people who can’t help but speak? Everyone knows someone like that, and we all know how badly we wish we didn’t. It’s inauthentic. If they write you ten sonnets, they love you; if they write you three hundred sonnets, they love writing sonnets.…

Project Title: TBD Shoot Location: WPG Concourse Director: Ash Compensation: My absolute care (conditional) Seeking: An individual who can authentically portray a regular customer who is constantly performing a “nice guy.” Must look handsome from all angles; tall, 6 feet and up, no more than 6’1”. Dark hair, wide-eyed. We want dispassion, a mute sense…

“I mean it’s strange, isn’t it? Worrying about what people think? Anyone that says that is lying too. You can’t care what everyone thinks anyway. There’s about 8 billion people and I definitely don’t care what all of them think. All details of life are-“  she pauses for a moment and interrogates her surroundings. And…

Imagine me clearing my throat before I say this … one of my favorites came to tell me, actually-  how it really happened : In the underground tunnels of Downtown Winnipeg, measured footsteps blessed the orange tiles with his steps. His cape, long as hell. Crown blinding bystanders, shiny particles of dust wafting off of…

“A morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs” – from some book by someone. Friendship with me is tax heavy, it feels good till the deadline. I’m selfish. There’s no way around it. I’m expecting you to read my mind, sense my mood, adjust, tie my shoelaces. My mom and dad used to do…

“No, I didn’t. I mean, I looked at the book and knew I wouldn’t like it, so I picked up something else. You should read that one. It’s great,” the self-proclaimed people pleaser says. Here I thought I had coasted the seven seas and would never again feel the glee of amusement. It’s no surprise…

I have never seen him shy.When I was young, he would swift away The curtains deftly, without a word — Urging. Just before we would leave the hotel,He would pat down my coat,Summon a tissue to wipe an invisible stain.Always preoccupied, him and me.We spoke different languages,And I could barely stand to look him in…