Alienated in Vancouver
(rants and observations on outsider culture, music & cinema in The Big Wet)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
RIP Arthur Erickson
made my undergraduate years feel like I was
, but transplanted to Siberia. I spent thirteen years, on and off, walking around in the product of your mind.
It's funny: your buildings look great in books.
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