Immerse yourself in everyday moments and ordinary experiences, celebrating the subtle beauty and quiet significance of routine life. These stories offer relatable glimpses into reality.
By Eva Suluk
Andrew, a man in his late thirties, is commuting home through a frigid, darkening city in early 2025. The air is thick with the promise of more snow. His usual route is fraught with minor acts of hostility and disengagement, each chipping away at his sense of well-being. He carries a dull weight of anxiety, a constant companion in this new, colder world.
By Jamie F. Bell
Jimmy visits Simon in his converted garage studio during a harsh Northwestern Ontario deep freeze to confront him about a stalled portfolio and their stalled relationship.
By Art Borups Corners
A sweltering afternoon in a cluttered industrial lot where a collaborative art piece has been destroyed.
By Eva Suluk
Leon and Sam fight against a severe drop in temperature while walking home from school, discussing the futility of creative effort in a town focused on survival.
By Jamie F. Bell
Three teenagers trespass in an industrial railyard in Northwestern Ontario, 1996, discovering a piece of guerilla art that shouldn't exist.
By Art Borups Corners
Jeff and Sam are stuck in a drafty, under-heated community center basement late at night, trying to set up for a local art showcase while debating the merits of staying in a small northern town.
By Jamie F. Bell
A precarious maintenance ledge on the side of a mega-tower, hidden behind a malfunctioning HVAC unit, where a secret garden struggles against the toxic rain.
By Jamie F. Bell
A dusty, cluttered antique shop in Winnipeg on a hot summer afternoon, where two strangers bond over a vintage slide projector.
By Jamie F. Bell
The cafeteria was, as always, a symphony of adolescent chaos: the clatter of trays, the shrill laughter of newly-formed cliques, the low thrum of a thousand whispered secrets. Sunlight, thick and golden from the late autumn afternoon, spilled across the linoleum floor, catching dust motes in its wide, indifferent gaze. A familiar smell of burnt cheese and industrial cleaner hung heavy, a comforting, if unappetising, blanket. Yet, for Frank, the ordinary theatre of lunchtime felt strangely… perforated, as if the reality around them was a film projector skipping frames.
By Jamie F. Bell
On a blustery ridge in Northwestern Ontario, Ben and his team struggle to calibrate their VR equipment before the temperature drops further.
By Jamie F. Bell
Three friends haul heavy camera equipment up a steep granite outcrop in the heat of a Northwestern Ontario summer, intending to film a message for their collaborators in China.
By Jamie F. Bell
A cluttered, repurposed room in a community centre near Borups Corners, filled with the hum of computer fans and the smell of stale coffee and fall dampness.
