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16 ตอน
ตั้งแต่ 24 ตุลาคม 2026
episodic

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016 — Falafel Rap

November ninth, Toronto, Ontario. I've just finished a rather magnificent falafel wrap from a Turkish restaurant down the street, where the people have taken to treating me with such extraordinary kindness that I find myself increasingly reluctant to go anywhere else. There's a cup of tea involved,…

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015 — Arcade

Sunday morning in Toronto, and I'm sitting in the car remembering a rather wonderful evening spent in the company of some old friends. We gathered for Fox's birthday, four gentlemen of varying degrees of respectability, and made our way into the city for a proper bowl of ramen before surrendering o…

014 — Tornados

I've been lying here on the cot, staring down an imaginary highway toward a great congregation of storm clouds, those magnificent black formations that gather at the edge of the world and make a man reconsider his importance in the grand arrangement of things. I've always had an affection for torna…

013 — The Beginning of the End

Content note: Contains discussion of suicidal thoughts, severe emotional distress, and past thoughts of violence. November fourth. Rain falling over an Etobicoke parking lot, the evening already black, and I've found an old appointment in my calendar bearing a rather dreadful title. The Beginning o…

012 — The Stiffness

I've been thinking about an old friend of mine, a gentleman known as the Stiffness, whom I met many years ago when we were employed in the noble profession of hauling other people's accumulated shit out of their houses. I was the driver, and he was the navigator, though his understanding of geograp…

011 — The Granny Move

Content note: Contains discussion of suicide and childhood sexual abuse, alongside accounts of violence. November has arrived in southern Ontario, bringing with it the miserable grey afternoons, the premature darkness, and that familiar melancholy which ordinarily suits me well enough. I've returne…

010 — Last Night in the Hotel

The last night at the hotel. The clocks have changed, the cold has finally settled over southern Ontario, and I've gone out walking through downtown Toronto with a camera in my hand and a body that's beginning to remind me, in no uncertain terms, that it has already endured a fair bit of living. Th…

009 — Answering an Email

A woman from Ottawa has written to me about a man she's been seeing, and whether the desire for something more profound in a relationship is altogether reasonable, or merely another of those extravagant expectations we impose upon the unfortunate people who find themselves in our company. It's a go…

008 — Happy Halloween

Well, by some extraordinary act of generosity, I've finally found myself in possession of a hotel room. A proper one, with a bed and a shower and a door that closes behind me, and no obligation to explain myself to anybody on the other side of it. When they handed me the key I nearly laughed. After…

007 — Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls

I've been thinking about propaganda, about art and the extraordinary power of symbols, and how we've come to surrender so much of our imagination to the people who manufacture the things we consume. A corporation can survive the loss of its executives, its factories, even great fortunes, but what b…
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