My neighbourhood around 9:30pm in late June 2019.
The pavement will be wet, the sidewalk sticky. In what will seem like perpetual darkness, few keep outdoors. The people of light will have staked their claim to the exterior world — outside the walls built by the others to seize that which made these ones free. And besides, the people of light will become… Continue reading Light in 3 Tenses – Tense III : Nightcrawlers
On what is otherwise a cool and cloudless night, the cement and flesh concoction that is our city swirls into a hot mass. The mass is called here, or now. Entropy. Now, then, or there. The city is gone. A boiling goo emerges. The mass emits a glow to illuminate all its surroundings – a… Continue reading Light in 3 Tenses – Tense II : Melt-down
“What have you seen here differently since you got back from your trip to the West?,” Mariam asked, itching the side of her close-shaven head. “What’s changed in your eyes?” “In my mind’s eyes?” Constine asserted the question as a correction. “In your mind’s eyes, yes.” Mariam was sitting across a small, wooden table from… Continue reading Light in 3 Tenses – Tense I : A Return
By Darian Razdar & Marisa Fulper Estrada Tal Sofia’s I Am So Afraid of Words, a multimedia exhibition including video montage, prints, zines, and photography, exhibited at the OCAD Ignite Gallery in Toronto’s Kensington Market from March 1st to 6th. Tal Sofia is a Isreali graphic designer, photographer, and writer who’s current work encompasses themes… Continue reading Writing-feeling the past into the present, and vice-versa: Tal Sofia’s I Am So Afraid of Words
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, by Robert A. Heinlein — A Revolutionary Utopia? In The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, Heinlein offers us a mirror into the future, at once reflecting the past, presents, and futures of (specifically) western civilization. The fantastical tale of rebellion of Earth’s lunar penal colony against its forsaken… Continue reading Review: The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, Robert A. Heinlein
In searching for more life, I found only what life was already here. “The sun doesn’t shine in here past 11.” Always wanting more. “What I’d do for a south-facing window.” I have started waking up to catch the sunlight filtering strategically over my plants. Seeing new shoots and leaves in the middle of winter… Continue reading Domesticity: Fragments
I don’t like blogs. I don’t think I ever have. As a kid I spent more time watching Spongebob on the TV and Weird Al Yankovic videos on Youtube. I dreaded school instructors assigning blog posts as regular assignments, and I cringe remembering the blog posts I once had to write required by a scholarship… Continue reading Darian’s Blog(?)