Articles By Navneet Alang
It is the sort of app where you talk about having a headache, the fact that you’re horny, a memory you have of your father that still fucks you up, and of course, pictures of your dog, mostly to a cobbled-together group of people you’ve never even met who have, for some unknown reason, all agreed not to judge.
Towers aren’t there for the poor, they aren’t there for you and me.
Toronto has a lot of food, but no iconic dish. Could this be the fault of —Toronto?
The parkette I have the fondest memory of doesn’t even have a name.
Sometimes, the only thing that makes sense is to gulp down a thing that tastes unfamiliar, even unpleasant, until a reddish haze develops around the corners of your consciousness and everything starts to soften a bit.
or how dry the air is, your throat, your skin.
Why have good food in the Toronto suburbs when you can queue up downtown for absurd grilled cheese?
But that's not necessarily a good thing.
I woke up the next morning in a bed that wasn’t mine.