
There are things, which once seen, cannot be unseen. How to go on, knowing this door is out there? Kafka would have had a field day, crafting an entire short story about it. I might one day do likewise, or at least give it a cameo.
Moonlighting as a journalist and writer in Calgary, but mostly just listening to music, watching movies, reading books, and drinking espresso while tracking the various things I've done in an effort to get other things done.