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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

The year I turned sixteen was, for lack of a more poetic descriptor, a bit of a garbage heap. My parents split up. My Nana died. I spent the entirety of my grade ten year trying to eat as little as I could, and exercising as much as possible. The acne on my forehead, chest, and… Continue reading It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

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Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers, come to dust

Last night I watched Werner Herzog’s documentary Into the Abyss. It is an amazing film, though disturbing. In fact, I went to bed feeling very strange. Mr. Herzog’s films often leave me feeling profoundly unsettled – their subject matter, his style of direction, his narration, his score – all of these elements combine to create… Continue reading Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney-sweepers, come to dust