(rants and observations on outsider culture, music & cinema in The Big Wet)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
RIP Arthur Erickson
...you made my undergraduate years feel like I was The Prisoner, but transplanted to Siberia. I spent thirteen years, on and off, walking around in the product of your mind.
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