Mountain Springs Resort and Conference Centre
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... in such redundant and linear terms. And then again, it was minus twelve this morning, so the sweat froze in my hair as I ran by the lake and the lake itself was stacked at the end of the highway in planes of blue and white frozen water, unmoving, as static as a painting. I wanted to see a true winter in Canada and thereby remember the winters of my childhood, winters where the gale-force winds knocked the electricity out for days and our cars ...
... 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 ...
... a dark stage that stretches without end, with the softening curtains ripped away, with bright, harsh lights that reveal nothing. And so the first of the international workers will be leaving over the upcoming days. We will depart as we first arrived, a grinning, disparate line of backpacks and suitcases, catcalling and whistling, drunk with excitement, over-bright with fatigue. I want to fix everyone in my head just before they go. How did it look when ...
... next. Death, I expect, must often feel like that; when the end of life finally nears, one must wonder how it happened in such a rush, how did life go by so fast, even though the majority of days were no doubt ruled by a lethal boredom. The last moments on earth are perhaps the fiercest and angriest and greediest of them all, as we are inevitably betrayed by time in the end, a fact which should rightly provoke a final passion. Our lives are all ...
... curious footnote about ghosts. By this, I do not mean 'real' ghosts, of course; the mainstays of the genre, the ectoplasm that haunts attics in a sort of stupid, hilarious way or the movie-esque visitations of long-dead ancestors to prevent one from making a dreadful decision. No, not at all. I reserve my right to be superstitious and have an eternally open mind, but, much like my appreciation of the zodiac, my interest in the occult is aesthetic, scientific and mild. No pale ...