Thursday, June 9, 2005     « NYC Building | Fake Tudor »


Last night I shredded a shitload of old crap that was taking up space in the top drawer of my filing cabinet. It was satisfying to see some of that old stuff go, knowing I would never see it again. The drawer actually closes! Then it got boring and repetative and I had to stop.

I woke up this morning in a foul mood. I dreamt that I was driving through Niagara Falls on my birthday, sitting in the back seat of a special car sent by FLICKR (huh?) when I discovered, in a part of town I have never visited (because it doesn't exist), an exact replica of the townhouse complex I grew up in. It scared the shit out of me. Plus the entire surrounding neighbourhood consisted of even more fake tudor homes resulting in a sprawling fake tudor-look mess.

This is not the first time I have dreamt about ugly subdivisions. I once had a dream about fake colonial megahomes with an adjacent fake-colonial plaza that housed a Tim Hortons.

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