Our Arena

Life is like the Hunger Games, except we don't know we're in the arena. We live in our little bubble, knowing it's shit but not knowing anything different. Every so often we reach the end, we hit the wall, we see a ripple of electricity across what should be sky, and we realize it's all … Continue reading Our Arena

Polo, Psycho, and Ghost Towns

Mornings here in Calgary have been gloomy these last few days. I've noticed this because my room at my mom's house hasn't got curtains yet and the sun shines directly in my face, waking me up on non-gloomy mornings. These gloomy ones, however, I'm able to sleep through. I managed to keep myself pretty busy … Continue reading Polo, Psycho, and Ghost Towns