Confessions of a Futon Revolutionist

"In this fragment, this person introduces himself and his views, and, as it were, tries to explain the causes owing to which he has made his appearance."
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground

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"Hidden somewhere in this noisy, chaotic morass of society is our fellow traveler, Waldo. A man unstuck from place and time, he travels the world on foot, his only lifeline to his friends and family a litany of dreary picture-postcards sent from arbitrary locations the world over. His postcards do nothing to convey the humanity, the madness of Waldo's adventures. For that, we must go find him."

Friday, July 29, 2005

Sweet Régine

Sweet Régine,
Come around to my neighbourhood. I'll dig a tunnel under the city you can crawl through, to my apartment across the Parc Lafontaine. Lying in my bedroom as the day grows dim we'll try to name our babies from the names of all our friends. When you close your eyes in my bedroom, you can sleep until the day grows dim. I'll figure out what happens next. [...]

(By Sheila Heit, "inspired" by the music of The Arcade Fire and Final Fantasy. Published in the July/August issue of The Walrus.)

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