The future is so often portrayed as some slick, clean and minimalist place. People all have the same haircut, there’s no litter and most of it takes place in grey corridors. I’ve never pictured the future like that. I always figured it’d be noisy, crowded and annoying. With robot pole dancers.
Because why should the future make any sense? The present doesn’t.
Although Ryan Oakley began his career as a simple rake (drunk) he has since become Toronto’s most renowned flaneur (no car) and notorious dandy (overdresses). A misanthropic composer of psycho-geographical fictions (bad science fiction), he is also a server of food, a tender of bar and a washer of dishes. While performing all these functions with efficiency and elegance (disdain and malice), he somehow finds the time to publicly criticize friends, strangers and cultural crap. He's a bit of a dick.
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