Edmonton, Alberta. September 29, 2011


I like bridges.

I write about the tension between being a man and being a bomb, avoiding distinctions between facts and fictions. It is best not to trust me. I don't understand what it means to be someone so I make jokes about it. I take joking seriously.

I can't believe there's a moon. I like arson and thieves. Ice cubes. Melting generally. Yeah.