

When My Dystopian Novel Refused to Become a Dystopian Novel
I originally thought I was writing a dystopian story. At the beginning, everything pointed in that direction. A collapsing environment.Biological systems escaping control.Administrative absurdity.Media manipulation.Political structures feeding on narrative instability.People slowly losing the ability to distinguish memory from constructed reality. The world of the novel became increasingly strange, humid, fragmented, and emotionally unstable. And yet, somewhere along the way,


The Door Left Open
This morning, after dropping my son off at the Saint-Henri metro station, I came back to park the car near home. That was when I noticed it. A neighbor’s car door was slightly open. Not wide open.Just a narrow crack. The kind of thing you almost miss unless your eyes happen to pause for half a second longer than usual. My first instinct was immediate and modern:take a photo, record a short video, and post it in the Saint-Henri Facebook group. People do that all the time now.


A Funeral for a Familiar Stranger
Last weekend, I attended the funeral of Donald (Don) Robertson. For years, Don had lived in the small square park facing Saint-Zotique Church in Montreal’s Saint-Henri neighborhood — Sir-George-Étienne Cartier Square, though few people around here ever use its full name. To most residents, it was simply “the park where Don lives.” He was one of those figures who slowly become inseparable from a place. Not famous.Not powerful.Not even particularly talkative. And yet, almost ev


A Screen Printer, a Broken Machine, and a Dancing Dog
For more than a month now, a young guy from the neighborhood has been coming regularly to my little shop in Saint-Henri. He runs a screen-printing business not far from here.Every day, he comes in to print transparent films used for transferring designs onto clothing. His own printer broke down. He already bought a new one, but apparently the installation and calibration are taking forever. So meanwhile, he has been forced into an unusual temporary routine: every day, he walk


蒙特利尔富人区Outremont,豪宅三年市价涨一倍
这栋小二楼也是豪宅? 房屋是不是豪宅,主要还是看市场价值。在蒙特利尔很多媒体报道中,超过一百万加元的物业,不管是独立屋,镇屋,还是condo公寓物业,都可以被叫做豪宅。 这栋小二楼位于蒙特利尔市Outremont区,这也是一个很传统的蒙特利尔富人集中的地方,魁北克省长乐高的...


乌克兰被占领区赫尔松人鲍里斯的日常
70多年前,我中华一多半的领土沦陷在日寇的铁蹄之下,那时候沦陷区普通百姓是如何过日子的呢? 在日本全面侵华之前,生活在那一千一百多万多平方公里领土的近三分之二的沦陷区,是当时我中华人口最稠密、经济最发达的部分。 当然,那时候沦陷区人民的悲惨生活,很多人是不愿意揭伤疤的,不是...


先声夺人:在乌克兰媒体战团队面前,俄罗斯媒体宣传团队就是垃圾和僵尸
两千多年以前,在黄河中下游发生的一次战斗中,一位将军通过大声吆喝扭转了战局,转败为胜,斩将夺旗。于是,那群人的子孙后代便为自己的语言增添了一个新的成语:先声夺人。 也就是说,口水之战,在两军交战的过程中所起到的作用,丝毫不弱于刀枪和火炮。...


马里乌波尔亚速钢铁厂业主,你在想什么,做什么?
乌克兰抵抗者们现在最重要的据点,马里乌波尔那几座钢铁厂,业主是谁?对于这次战争,钢铁厂最大的股东是什么态度? 这位业主名叫里纳特·阿赫梅托夫(英语RinatAkhmetov ,乌克兰语Рінат Ахметов),是乌克兰首富;即使在兵荒马乱的2022年,这位富豪的资产仍然...


乌克兰英雄小镇、布查河南岸的伊尔坪(Irpin)
在介绍布查小镇的时候,我们曾经提到布查河南岸的伊尔坪(Irpin),两座小镇的地图合并在一起,很像一个爱心的形状,布查在北,伊尔坪在南。 在伊尔坪的南部还有一条河,河名就是伊尔坪河(Irpin river )。 在大屠杀画面出现之前,乌克兰以外的人们,大多从来没听说过布查小...


乌克兰小镇博罗江卡,比布查更美,更惨
关于布查小镇的内容发布之后,很多朋友发私信表达看法,也有几位公众号博主联系我,请求授权转载,我当然很痛快地授权了。 在那篇文章发布之后,更多乌克兰平民被屠杀的信息被披露了出来。正如很多人估计的那样,布查,只是入侵者屠杀平民惨剧的冰山一角。...
































































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