Paper or Plastic?
by Ariel Kouvaras
There is a grocery just a block from the UQAM dormitories. It is called Provigo. Often, I walk there over ice patches and snow mounds and breathe a cold air that burns throat and lung. I loath supermarkets in a way that makes me want to have sex with them and [...]
When we were little my best friend Kyra and I did most things identically. This included showing the world we were super psyched–about our Keds, about Agatha Christie, about making sundaes and about rendezvousing on the beach in Southampton–by simultaneously reaching up and grabbing the air with our hands then wrenching our bent arms [...]
Greg and I went to see Charlie Wilson’s War yesterday. I was bored by the entire production; the pacing was clumsy, the narrative had no structure, and the characters were as deep as Julia Roberts’s lips which is really quite deep as lips go and not deep at all as characters do. It’s [...]
A Contemporary Absurdity
by Ariel Kouvaras
Last night, I was watching Law & Order and channel surfing during the commercials. My mind was impatient, and my body too lethargic to do anything else but dissolve, willingly, into a sedated gawk. This contented apathy lasted until I clicked onto a channel that was showing an exposé about [...]
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