Marcel St. Pierre

“Hello?” he called out. “Hello…? Hello…? Hello…?” came the echo. “I think I must be dreaming!” he said to himself, loudly, because he’d been yelling a lot of things in the past hour and it seemed like it really didn’t matter anymore. “Dreaming… dreaming… dreaming…” came the mindless reply. His memories of the last few … Read more

“Toronto’s a busy city with a very busy transit system, with  busy people making the system busy with busy bodies in busy tubes that busily move through busy tunnels or busy intersections.” “The busy bodies on this busy system keep themselves busy with any number of busy multitasking activities; be it drinking a coffee while … Read more

Friday, 11 am. A non-descript apartment building on the lower west side. Apartment 703. A suspicious Broobus Manhank stands beside his vintage stereo turntable, with the stylus poised an inch off the spinning record. He’s been trying to listen to “The Sheik of Araby” by The Beatles. For the last 15 minutes, he’s placed the … Read more