McGill Once! McGill Twice!

This is a picture from the 18th floor of the Sheraton in Montreal. The city has the spirit of Boston and New York, but it's a bit feistier.  

 A cornucopia of ideas all in one drawing!

 I had the deepest existential moment when I took this picture. I am a man. I love, and all those I love will die. I hate, and I know it does me no good. I feel so that I may live, but I too will die. The thought that every woman I ever kissed, ever loved will die really influenced this shots inclusion of the local martyr (Ignacie). To think that with arms outstretched I can hold someone, and they may hold me. That we may love, but it's all going to wither, it just plain hurts.

 I dream things that never were and ask why not?

Is Time Ever New? Auld Lang Syne

 It’s New Year ’s Eve and as I sit here in the café sipping on good rum and the nectar of life: blues. I feel forced to think back about this past year, my irreverent mistakes, redefining myself, and learning how to appreciate these past nineteen winters, springs, summers, but especially my falls. By this I don’t mean autumn but when I felt weak and struggled. I hit the proverbial rock bottom this year. And I also climbed my mountain of self-loathing. There was always this unreasonable rhythm to life, certain moments last forever. Ten, Nine, Eight seconds left. I see a young girl of about 7 (she doesn't have any front teeth) running around the café smiling, giggling, and carrying this outrageous beach ball. Four, Three, Two it’s almost over, One. It’s over Happy New Year!