The feds came around to bust him back in the day when down was up and up was gone and you were a strange phenomenon on those tangerine evenings wailing about how fast things can change in the key of D-sharp minor on some saxophone hanging over high wire ledge…

“If he thinks he floats off the floor, and if I simultaneously think I see him do it, then the thing happens.” — George Orwell “Hey, Lucinda. What do you make of this?” Lucinda wheeled her chair over to her co-worker, Javier’s space. The satellite image on his screen was…

There is a fungus, known as ergot, that grows on the rye plant and shares a similar molecular structure to the lab-produced psychotropic LSD. When ingested, it can cause headaches and stomach pain but also paranoia, hallucinations and existential crisis. Research by historian Mary Matossian unveiled a curious pattern from…

something is telling me it’s supposed to be in colour. scrambled reflections on rainy streets; mangos and strawberries; lit fluorescent in the night market; A crash from the intersection less than a block away rips into this scene like hot metal, exploding through my head, pulling me with it into waking life and out of bed with a dervish of sheets as I fumble through the Venetian blinds to peer out into the night.

She tells us when you get in real close our teeth are a bizarre geography of mountain ranges and valleys, pock-marked and fissured; some otherworldly landscape. And within this world, there are populations of 100 to 200 different species existing. …

(A Romance in D flat major Op. 4 №9) — A car moves slowly down the tree-lined street. …

“Beverly Hills. The Atomic Bomb. LSD. & Cary Grant.” SYNOPSIS Our setting is 1953 Beverly Hills, home to Hollywood’s elite. It is a neighbourhood of perfectly manicured lawns, shiny new cars, palm trees and blue skies. …

26 Jun 2006 — Douglas Coupland doesn’t want to end the Book Club meeting on a positive note. They always end upbeat, he explains. For once, he wants things to end darkly. “Doomed. We are all doomed.” He throws this out there as his final words. “Quit your job. There is no hope.” It…

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 William Gibson’’s stretched stooped figure curls over book and microphone under yellow lights that hang like a field of beauty salon hair dryers before an unlit neon sign tracing out the words Studio One on a wall deep within the bowels of the CBC. …