Birds fill the street with their morning song. The acoustics at the bottom of the hill make this stretch of St-Stephen a prized territory for bachelors seeking a coocoo of their own. Especially during the mornings, between crisp air and rested throats, the battles are fought most fiercely, enchanting human passersby and inspiring love for one more day. One cute girl is even walking on cruise control, not even conscious enough to beware the non-chirping world with its sharp corners and blunt obstacles, so hypnotizingly ancient is that music.
Heading towards her, directly, is a sweeping red and white cane, followed at a distance by a man hea
1990. I'm six years old and trying to get to sleep, but over and over i awake mid-fall of of a cliff i've never seen outside of nightmares, alongside visions of mother and sister being stolen away by a bearded man in red flannel, and of a creature with crawling skin who just stands there changing size and shape at a terrifyingly rapid pace. My brothers snore peacefully, head-to--toe in the bed bellow me; i can see them illuminated by the full moon peaking in our window through the giant pines in our front yard. I would prefer darkness to the awful shadows the moon casts, while at the same time illuminating me as a target for whatever happe
1990. I'm six years old and trying to get to sleep, but over and over i awake mid-fall of of a cliff i've never seen outside of nightmares, alongside visions of mother and sister being stolen away by a bearded man in red flannel, and of a creature with crawling skin who just stands there changing size and shape at a terrifyingly rapid pace. My brothers snore peacefully, head-to--toe in the bed bellow me; i can see them illuminated by the full moon peaking in our window through the giant pines in our front yard. I would prefer darkness to the awful shadows the moon casts, while at the same time illuminating me as a target for whatever happe
Birds fill the street with their morning song. The acoustics at the bottom of the hill make this stretch of St-Stephen a prized territory for bachelors seeking a coocoo of their own. Especially during the mornings, between crisp air and rested throats, the battles are fought most fiercely, enchanting human passersby and inspiring love for one more day. One cute girl is even walking on cruise control, not even conscious enough to beware the non-chirping world with its sharp corners and blunt obstacles, so hypnotizingly ancient is that music.
Heading towards her, directly, is a sweeping red and white cane, followed at a distance by a man hea