At some point, we’re supposed to grow out of things. Apparently. But I’m not entirely sure when this happens. There isn’t a ceremony. Nobody comes to your house on your eighteenth birthday and confiscates your action figures. There isn’t a government department responsible for making sure you have replaced your Pokémon games with an appropriate…
Two stories unexpectedly collided for me this week. The first was Adaptation. Spike Jonze’s metafictional comedy-drama told about Charlie Kaufman’s strange, self-referential film experience about trying to adapt a book that seemingly has no story. I hadn’t seen it in years, and I found myself moved by it in ways I couldn’t fully explain. The…
I’ve actually spent most of my life trying to build a home, before I even knew why. I just didn’t realize that’s what I was doing. For years, I thought I was collecting people. Communities.Careers.Ideas.Relationships. And looking back, I wasn’t collecting any of those things. I was searching for somewhere to belong. For a long…
I didn’t think it would matter that much. It was just a song.Just a moment.Just one of those things you don’t plan for, but you do it anyway. But I keep coming back to that memory. We were singing Bohemian Rhapsody. In the bar, of course. Rob, Nick, Chris and I. Probably after a shift…
I’ve started to notice something uncomfortable about myself. I don’t just have “good days” and “bad days.” A cliche that doesn’t truly do justice to what happens when I’m uneven. I’m either maintaining myself… or I’m not. And when I’m not, everything feels off. My energy drops. My patience shortens. My creativity disappears. My ability…
I was born in 1985, which means I grew up in a strange and wonderful pocket of Star Wars history. I was old enough to experience the cultural gravity of the original trilogy, but young enough that the prequels felt like my Star Wars. For a long time, the galaxy far, far away was defined…
A version of me stands at a platform. I’ve been drawing him recently. Not in a dramatic, table-flipping way. It’s really quite innocuous. More like a quiet recalibration. I’ve been trying to unearth some core beliefs (read: feelings) around identity, roles, grief and personal relationships. I’ve spent so many years of my life trying to…
There are versions of me that only exist inside certain artifacts. A blog post from 2015.A half-finished board game prototype.A studio layout I obsessed over for two months.A swing dance floor where I tried not to look terrified.An improv class where I realized I sounded “wooden.” When I revisit them, I don’t just remember what…
Is art ever truly neutral? This deep dive explores how silence, satire, and storytelling shape politics, identity, and creative responsibility.
On Monday night (April 28, 2025), Canadians didn’t just cast votes—they told a story. About who we are, what we value, and where we believe we’re going. As the results of the 2025 Federal Election rolled in, I found myself thinking less about seats and more about symbols. Less about the politics, and more about…