Genuinely really excited to share this essay about my WILD JOURNEY to discovering THIS YEAR that I have ADD.
Video transcript after the cut.
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my mood during summer’s last breath______// gone vaporwave because i’m hipster trash
Atlas and the Sky, or Wedding Rings Like Shackles
TW: discussion of emotional abuse and depression.
Video transcription after the cut.
Toronto, 2018
After spending three weeks in Montréal in June, I carried on to Toronto for three weeks in July. I arrived on an overnight Megabus totally exhausted from A) the deadly heatwave that began during my last few days in MTL, and B) finishing up reading My Friend Leonard on the bus and CRYING. I was out of it and missing home and not sure how up for Toronto I really was, even though I knew from my last trip that I loved it there.
Well, I looked up from my book as the bus pulled into downtown, and the excitement and love came rushing back to me. I fucking love Toronto. I don’t even know what it is about it. I just fucking love this city so much. And I had a STELLAR month pretending I actually live there, getting to know the place like the back of my hand, treating my damn self, and making new friends. This trip really solidified my goal of moving there in a few years. AHHHHHH.
Montréal, 2018
In June I spent three weeks living in Montréal, Québec, in the Plâteau apartment of my good friend Charles (where I stayed the last time I visited the city, actually).
While I can’t honestly say that it’s my favourite Canadian city (I love the hustle of Toronto too much, sue me), there really is no place quite like Montréal. Caught between Francophone Québecois culture and the predominantly Anglophone culture of the rest of Canada, the city has developed a very singular identity, and it has a lot to say for itself, which it does through a huge arts and culture scene. I’m glad to have spent a month essentially just living there, really getting to know the city properly, pretending to be a local.
Big Brights
A couple years ago I made some nihlist lock screens for phones, because despite not being a graphic designer, I’m a visually-thinking writer who had an idea and decided to roll with it. Today, I’m doing some more of that. Semi-inspired by the works of Jenny Holzer (who I’ve loved for years and years) and Adrian Piper (whose work I was more recently introduced to via a huge exhibition at MoMA when I was in New York), I took some words and tried to give them some visual impact. Some are just words/terms I like, some are whole thoughts, some are titles of poems I’ve written… All of them are ~conceptual.~ Wow. Look at me. Am I a real artist yet?
New York City, 2018
This summer, before returning to the hellscape of post-secondary education, I’m spending a month in Montréal and a month in Toronto. While I’m living in Montréal, I thought it might be nice to dip away for a couple days to New York– a city that feels very far from my hometown of Vancouver, but only a hop, skip, and a throw (or an 8 hour bus ride, such as it was) away from Montréal. My longtime friend (and current roommate, shouts out to him for hooking me up with a spare room in he and his friends’ place) Charles was down to join me, so we set about planning our lil weekend away.
Puerto Vallarta, 2018
If, like me, your heat tolerance is very poor, then here’s a #LifeHack for visiting PV in late May: you can probably eat for the entire week, nonstop, and you won’t gain any weight. You will sweat it all off without even doing anything strenuous.
Phoenix, 2018
My best friend and I ran away from our problems to a Warm, Sunny Place for a week, and here are some photos and a video from that time. This video is 50% artsy vaporwave montage, 50% shitpost, and is therefore the video (so far) that I’ve made that most accurately sums me up as a person.
20. (Age of Aquarius)
cw: discussion of depression
Another piece of writing about my latest existential crisis. Video transcript after the cut.