The Friday Fillip: Mirror rorriM
I remember when I was a kid there were a couple of things (at least) that could take me to the dizzying edge of imagination, where I’d stall in frustration and wonder.
One was lying in bed at night doing the expanding address thing: Simon Fodden, Walton Drive, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, the world, the universe… and? What was on the other side of the universe, beyond it? Try as I might, I couldn’t imagine.
The other was found in the barbershop — you remember those, don’t you? the smell of bay rum, the combs in the jar of blue . . . [more]


