
I still can’t believe that there’s a church right beside the huge Eaton Centre.
It’s fascinating and sad at the same time.

This building is also next to Eaton Centre.

I still can’t believe that there’s a church right beside the huge Eaton Centre.
It’s fascinating and sad at the same time.

This building is also next to Eaton Centre.

A while ago, Myra suggested that I start an adoption agency for chairs since I have an obsession for abandoned chairs. The idea has stuck with me. This morning, Jing and I were having breakfast and she mentioned that she’s been getting into upholstery. She’s trying to find a pattern for her chair. We spent the rest of the morning browsing fabric and textile shops nearby. It became apparent to me that this Abandoned Chairs adoption thing could really work!
I started kind of brainstorming for fun what kind of resources and things I would need to get this going.
Since I like naming chairs, each adopted chair would have its own name and a story behind it. The individual(s) adopting the chair will have to sign an agreement to take care of the chair. There will be no returning adoptees. This is partly inspired by a book Maryam showed me recently all about chairs. Each page has a picture of a chair and a blurb about its history.




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A. fish scales
B. chipped paint
C. reaching out to space
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I remember the days when my dad would try to teach me how to play by giving me a huge handicap and taking away half of his strongest pieces. I’d still lose though because he’d always be 10 steps ahead of me. I like the chess pieces. They have cannons, horses and elephants that can’t cross the river. I wonder where I can find a wooden set in Toronto?


Randomly came across this Redpath truck at Kensington Market the other night. I think I’m really into old-school rounded cars. They make want to pet them.
trying to let letters flow on their own so they’ll reach the end of this stream where unknown algorithms will dissolve them into tiny particles. “miles and miles of stars in space.” traveling across the city has never been so satisfying. drum beats. heart beats. “thirtyonekm” visually looks like thirtyone trying to enter the doors of k where m is the host. space. comma.