Outside there is ocean air. Salty, heavy and wet. Inside there is the multifarious pleasures of francophony. C'est parais n'est-ce pas? C'est touts étranges.
- Argentinian Dance,
- Handball,
- Juggling
- Wuddistan or Wandering the Labyrinth
- MM's external introspection
- A Casual Date with Joey Mo
- Kori-ander
- Lyz(look ma no vowels!)is Losing Consciousness
- Sine Graph (formerly Keep Alive)
- abouthat
- I Disconcur
- Edward Burtynsky
- The Sanchez Brothers
- Inconduit
- Do you believe in spontaneous combustion?... Yes o...
- Not every anything is portentous.
- Time can be deceptive.It can feel as if it's trave...
- Why is it that the abortion debate is the only pol...
- Fact, fiction and telling stories to yourself. Dis...
- Streetlights, chemical orange and electric purple ...
- The Dissemination of Information. A) Nothing is se...
- I remember this one time on a plane there was this...
- Living in someone else's house is strange. You emb...
- Wow, You Look Like Your Mother. No! I mean, i bu...
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