My girlfriend is building a wall. She’s taking her time, and adding each course of bricks very slowly, but one day the wall will be complete and impenetrable. She’s doing a good job of it too. I get home from work one day and I’m tired. She sees this and pounces. “When are you going … Continue reading The Wall
I wait out the front of my Venetian hotel for a water taxi. I have most of my belongings in a small suitcase and a camera hanging around my neck. Suddenly a beautiful, tanned Italian girl approaches. Her English is perfect. “Would you like me to take your photo?” “Oh... Uh, no don’t worry, that’s … Continue reading Venezia
Every morning I head out at 5:20am. Sometimes I leave at 5:21, sometimes I make it by 5:19. I hop in my truck, warm her up until the digital clock hits 5:24, and by the time it’s 5:30 I’m turning onto the highway on my way to the distribution centre. My next door neighbour doesn’t … Continue reading The Murder
Sally found out how to feel important: you start a social media page that says you’re a specialist in something that nobody has heard of, you find a great website template and you start copy-pasting journal articles from the web. Bam! Instant ethnobotanist. Sally spent months flashing her title around at theatres, fancy restaurants, family … Continue reading The Ethnobotanist
Rory has hypermobility. No, it doesn't mean he's super-fast. It means his joints are overly flexible, and all the connective tissues in his body are very stretchy. It gives him access to a bunch of cool party tricks. Rory is so stretchy that he can suck his earlobes, he can almost tie his eyelids in … Continue reading The Story of Rory
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