Growing Pains
I saw my old house once again as we made the familiar turn—so sharp, that I was pressed to the…
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Non-human communication translator
Picture this: It’s 2070 and your dog is quite literally your best friend “I’m hungry,” says Luna, pawing at her…
If The Day of Judgement Dawns Tomorrow
In 2022, at the start of my second year at the University of Toronto Mississauga, I took a 100-level philosophy…
On retrofuturism and our culture of convenience
A couple of weeks ago, I was searching for a book titled The Greening of America by Charles A. Reich….
The Winds, The Watch, and The Wasteland
This place has no name. It is no longer worthy of one. Most residents simply call it “the waste.” Those…
Two Futures, One Truth
We combined wood, cloth, gears,And we took to the sky.We encased ourselves in metal and heat,And we hurtled to the…
Welcome to “Echoes of Tomorrow” — Editor’s Note
Retrofuturism is a vision of the future, from the past. Picture those iconic tales of shimmering spacecrafts on silver screens…
Welcome to “In With The New” – Editor’s Note
“Out With The Old,” the first Medium Magazine of Volume 49, welcomed you into the world of nostalgia. Now, with…
Dear Future You, You Are Art: A Letter in Four Parts
Dear future you, You are art. Each intricate detail—every thought, belief, expression, and movement—sculpts who you are. With each brushstroke…
Painting Love: A Reflection on Love and Museums
Shortly before the first time I fell in love, we were standing in front of Alex Colville’s Soldier and Girl…
Pop Culture is Dead—But It’s Probably for the Best
No modern band receives more undivided praise than The Beatles did in the 1960s. No fashion trend decorates the current…
Performance Anxiety: The Pressures of Performing Queerness
Performing queerness is an unending endeavour. It always seems to creep its way into my mind. It starts when I…
The New Meaning of Octobers
Octobers have a new meaning for me now. I realized this when I answered “October” to a work meeting ice-breaker…
Holding Hands with Grief
Funerals have never really fazed me. From the age of eleven, I remember packing up my violin, slipping on a…
Renew Through Life
Heavy footsteps fall down the hallway and stop at the end, where three closed doors lead into three bedrooms: the…