It was all yellow. Not the warm, friendly yellow from the morning or afternoon sun that floods living room floors. It was the swollen, sickly yellow of malaria, jaundice, and urine—simultaneously sterile and diseased. Stagnant. That was the halo of yellow surrounding the man on the slightly inclined bed in the Oncology Unit. He seemed…

I have hated them for as long as I can remember. They are lazy, entitled, and otherwise useless creatures that arrogantly waddle about Campus defiling the air with their repulsive din. Some say they are what make the University of Waterloo’s campus unique, yet I see them as nothing more than a disease, and why…

An old man, wrapped in a lint-covered wool coat, sat on a dewy bench beside a young girl with sparkling eyes whose feet couldn’t quite reach the ground. One of them was a stranger, and one was not. They were alone at the edge of a cornfield. The dark rows stretched endlessly into the evening…

The sands have mostly covered the broken sculpture. Only half of its massive face is now visible above the blowing sand. The head is tilted horizontally, allowing just one carefully stenciled eye to surface. It peers level with the ground, gazing at the vast, rolling dunes. Harry, my translator, suddenly bursts out laughing. “Karma sure…