Club Intrawest - Blue Mountain
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So here I am on the edge of departure, surrounded by the beautiful bones of my winter on the mountain. I walk among these bones and try to read what they mean, to understand what the point of anything is in the end. This place is ruled by absence now, disfigured by the things that were here but have left now. It is as though a small, insistent noise has suddenly stopped, creating a much grander, much louder silence. As for the cold season, it ...
... Craic', we have somehow managed to survive the whole winter without holding a proper staff party. But due to the amount of Irish living here- true Irish souls, beautiful raconteurs, insomniac night owls- St Patrick's was always destined to be our night, so cue the Irish flag proudly draped in our wide window. Everyone was pretty much drunk by the time I rolled up home exhausted from another horrendous night on the desk. I made the rather ...
... can be to remember the beginning of something at the very point that it draws to a close. Also about how nostalgia is like a curious sort of wasting disease and how the human heart can yearn passionately in silence forever. A curtain falls over a vista you have lived within, velvet and deep and true. The memory of what lies behind it can be thick and luxurious, touchable and heavy, but it is ultimately obscure. Sometimes muffled shadows move behind this ...
How does it always happen this way? There seems to be so much time at the start of things, one drowns in it; oceans of seconds, storms of unwanted minutes. Time seems solid, a weight, something exhausting that must be first confronted and then carried down a long, long road. Then, without effort, design or concentration, all that wealth of time is suddenly gone, one is a pauper, in debt, scrabbling around to barter a few extra moments ahead of ...
... you begin to whisper brokenly, incoherently of your surroundings; this door and that light and that fence just there by the willow tree and the way the wind sounds in the fields... Thoughts of reincarnation and past lives and recycled souls inevitably pop into your haunted mind and you may even begin to suspect there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophies, to quote a certain bard. The third form of ghostliness is the most complicated, but ...