by upright | Aug 11, 2015 | Arts & Culture, Wasteland |
He nods and gestures for me to follow. Together we crawl the short distance into a small chamber about 6’ feet square, with a low ceiling— 5’ tall at the most. It’s a mess of old newspapers, empty bottles, and assorted trash. The walls are adorned with clippings from...
by upright | Aug 10, 2015 | Ulysses |
A stick struck the door and a voice in the corridor called: —Hockey! They broke asunder, sidling out of their benches, leaping them. Quickly they were gone and from the lumberroom came the rattle of sticks and clamour of their boots and tongues. Sargent who alone had...
by upright | Aug 7, 2015 | Ulysses |
—Turn over, Stephen said quietly. I don’t see anything. —What, sir? Talbot asked simply, bending forward. His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again, having just remembered. Of him that walked the waves. Here also over these craven hearts...
by upright | Aug 6, 2015 | Robot E Lee |
ROBOT E LEE WAR JOURNAL: 6rd August, 2015 While visiting an upscale neighborhood I encountered a surprising number of Canadian Forestry Workers. The northern logging industry must have suffered some serious hardship of late, since these rugged, bearded folk all seem...
by upright | Aug 4, 2015 | Arts & Culture, Wasteland |
I suppose it’s not technically accurate to blithely say “I’m off downtown” in the same casual way people formerly used that phrase. There was a time when I could walk a few blocks to a subway station, pay what I grumblingly considered “way too much money for a...
