The Sea Is Cyan

I woke up in the middle of the night panicking. What I remember now is that I needed to do something with my life. It has been so long since I was dilly dallying with the mediocrity of everyday routine that is not substantial. I wrote down somewhere that I have to meet you somewhere at a place that you and I both promised. It’s 3:03AM in the morning, and anything that is worth the stuff of thoughts is awakened at this hour but now it just regurgitates the aches and memories of your absence.

A letter to Rachel from her ex-husband, Theseas M.

Fri Feb 6 2026 3:37AM

Our flag waves heavily in the first snowfall of February
There are tracks of your footsteps coming in my direction
Footprints against unspoiled snow
What do you know
This woe against the purest of snow
Is a single maple leaf
Red rues against the white of this virgin snow
And they shimmer down
Covering this unspoiled ground
This used to be no man’s land
After a quarter life spent
Finding your warm hands to hold
Even in the cold
Even this rolling stone will grow mould
I finally remembered the first letters we wrote to each other
I've set you apart from another
Because since we’re apart
This rougie red heart is torn apart
And here I stand 
With a few tracks broken in the snow
Which way do you go
I want to know
The weather forecasted is snow all day I supposed
The temperature is getting low
And my right hand is cold 
It's the one you used to hold
Until we're old 
That's what you said
And that's what I swore 
When all things told
I'll be true
I'll be the true north of this land
When your love befell my hands
Here in this winter wonderland
You know that I can
Roll up my sleeves
It's a pet peeve 
Even Heath will agree
So if beavers give a dam in this land
Then God damnit
We all must give a damn
Canada, damnit
We're going to build this dam
Right here where we all give a damn
A letter to Canada from her countryman, Yurkins Roy

Fri Feb 6 2026 8:52AM

It’s really cold up here in Nunavut. It’s dark seven months of the year and all we ever hear from Ottawa is how’s the weather up there in the near arctic. They moved us here from Central Quebec and now it’s been like this for twenty five years with no real development. That is until they opened a national park just south of the Northwest Passage. Yeah, since then we got some real progress though the cold is still bitter. I say as long as we got our timmies double double, the cold don’t mind us one bit. There is a shipyard in the north of the Hudson Bay where all of our young boys go to when they finish high school. It’s the sort of thing to say that we are proud to be part of this land. Hell, we even got as much people here as it were in Northern Quebec. Though most coming from Spanish and Portuguese Columbia, and Europa. But let’s have a toast to what is really shaping up to be a grand Province of Nunavut for us Nunavutians, alike. 

A letter to Ottawa from Yenifer of the North

Fri Feb 6 2026 10:51AM

Grandir au Québec est bien différent depuis le décès de notre roi élu. Il était notre espoir, et malheureusement, notre joie. Il était plus que le roi sacré des Canadiens. Il était, à juste titre, David, notre roi du Canada, celui qui était censé inaugurer la dynastie éternelle. Ma mère raconte souvent l'époque où il vivait ici, dans son bureau. Elle le croisait de temps en temps dans le métro. Dieu sait qu'elle devait avoir un faible pour lui. Nous l'avons suivi à Québec lorsqu'il est venu nous rendre visite avec sa femme il y a de nombreuses années ; j'étais jeune à l'époque. Mais je m'en souviens très bien. Il était charmant. Le pays le regrette profondément. J'aimerais pouvoir dire « Longue vie au roi », mais c'est la vie. Vive l'Attique !

Une lettre de la fille de votre meilleure amie, Miranez Cecil de Grand Quebecois

Sat Feb 7 2026 2:35:AM

Tu m'as manqué, mon ami. Cela fait bien longtemps que je n'ai pas vu ton adorable visage. On formait un sacré duo, n'est-ce pas ? J'aurais aimé qu'on sorte ensemble, mais l'amitié me convient parfaitement, surtout que je suis avec mon mari un peu niais. Je vois bien que ça l'agace que je parle de toi plus que de raison. Mais ma fille, qui a maintenant 11 ans, adore ça. Comme nous étions les meilleurs amis du monde à Concordia, j'aurais bien aimé fiancer ma fille à ton fils. Mais lui aussi est parti. Ainsi va la vie. Tu me manques plus que tu ne m'as jamais manqué, à moi. Mon mari aussi, même s'il ne t'a jamais rencontré. Et surtout, ma fille te considère comme son héros. Elle t'appelle Papa Canadien. Ainsi va la vie. Vive l'Attique ! Vive le Grand Québec !

Lettre d'un vieil ami de tes années universitaires, le vieux Meranez Cecil de Montréal

Sat Feb 7 2026 2:45 AM

Mon ami, nous aurions pu être frères. Mais ainsi va la vie. J'ai pleuré pour ma femme le jour de notre mariage, en lui disant que tu aurais au moins dû être là. Elle était si heureuse de notre union, mais elle ne pouvait rien faire contre le fait que le seul garçon qui l'avait toujours repoussée n'ait même pas daigné se présenter à son mariage. Elle a prononcé un discours terrible ce jour-là, dénonçant l'injustice du monde, et même moi, j'ai fini par boire un verre à cause de toute cette agitation. Mais elle t'a remercié pour ton amitié indéfectible. Et moi, je te remercie pour ton honnêteté et ta gentillesse sans faille. Tu es un homme bien, Atticiam. Reviens vite. Tu nous manques à tous, ici, dans la Grande Province de Québec. Lettre d'un mari jaloux, David Cecil, le mari de ta meilleure amie, de Montréal

Lettre d'un mari jaloux, David Cecil, le mari de ta meilleure amie, de Montréal

Sat Feb 7 2026 2:54 AM

It’s -20 but I swear it feels like -30. If it wasn’t for the inventions of cotton and duck down my entire body would be frozen still the moment I step outside. It was so cold that every exposed surface of my skin was essentially frozen cold. But I digress. Coldplay’s second album is playing and though the weather is cold and though I don’t think I can safely step outside until tomorrow when the temperature starts to thaw out, it is a good start to the day. There is a photograph of my first girlfriend on the table with all the clutters on the table, which reminds me I should start doing some cleaning around here. Since I’m trapped inside due to the cold ‘til further notice I should at least do some housecleaning, so to speak, around here not just being productive all the time. Really, I do nothing all day everyday but just go for a walk around the neighbourhood and do some writing. But even this I shall digress since Coldplay is singing some mighty tunes. Anyway, here is to the bitter cold in Canadian weather. Whether it is -20 in Toronto, or -30 in Nunavut, we’re only bitterly cold in terms of the freezing temperature outside. All we really need is a thick parka and on most days, you can safely leave the door without completely freezing over. So, we’re full of warmth. We have plenty of supply of natural gas that can cheaply piped through to every Canadian home in this country. So no need to worry, it’s cold outside but inside we’re toasty. Like I said, we’re a people full of warmth. We have the biggest hearts and the warmest smiles. It is that je ne sais quoi, qualité incomparable, that possesses every Canadian. Despite the frigid temperature outside, we’re always warm where it counts. Well, anyway, I am bummed out that I can’t leave the door until tomorrow. I still need to go to the grocery store to buy some sugar. And I’m running out of chicken wings. Besides the frigid cold and the lack of food due to the fact that it’s too cold to leave the door for the grocery store, it’s toasty in Canada. Cheers to this great land where beavers build dams and we all give a damn.

An appeal to la qualité incomparable de la Canadiennes, Atticiam Kim from beyond the green gables

Sat Feb 7 10:18 AM

So I’m out of limbo. I don’t even know how I passed this test. I thought it be warmer back in my own time and place but it’s still freezing cold outside. It’s colder than most years for some reason. But then again, I’ve spent the last eight years in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Just lost in time. Lost in place. I don’t even know if I can catch up, but here’s to trying. But then again, I don’t think that is the purpose of this whole life I had lived. Not really trying to get ahead of anyone since it isn’t even about that for me. You know that breakfast cereal commercial back in the 1990s, Lucky Charms? The one with the leprechaun with the Irish accent. Well, I’m just trying to find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yeah, that is the idea. You know, gotta get me lucky charms *in an Irish accent*. There is no other way of living life for me. Everything that I lost over the years I must get back. Adios, amigos.

If there’s a time portal to 2008, Atticiam Kim at the other end. Over

Sat Feb 7 4:22 PM

Well, I woke up I don’t know if it is necessarily on the wrong side of the bed or what but there is a dense eeriness in the air. Probably because I keep waking up at the wrong time. Regardless, I’m up. And since I am up, I need some way to channel all this energy somewhere and might as well be this website I just built a couple days ago while in limbo. Anyway, I don’t even know if I’m still in limbo. David was coughing so I might still be in the future. Just as predicted, I completely ran out of chicken wings. Usually I take the opportunity to walk to the grocery store but given I might as well be living in the arctic, it isn’t no walk in the park at the current temperature this past week. As such, I lament this arctic freeze we’re having right now. I regret the fact that I didn’t stay in Tokyo a little longer. The weather was so nice there at this time of the year. It felt like spring in Canada. Anyway, Valentine’s Day is approaching, I should at least find some addresses. Vive la vie!

A letter to people in the real world, Atticiam Kim from wherever this is

Sun Feb 8 1:03 AM

It is 6:13 AM in the morning and I’ve been awake for a bit now. I’m in bed and all I can think of is my stomach. I’m so hungry right now and nothing is open at this time. I have also as of late ran out of breakfast cereal so even a nice simple breakfast isn’t even an option. I guess I’ll stay hungry until the grocery store opens at 9. In the meantime, I’ll just make myself a cup of coffee. I guess I can walk to Tim Hortons but it is quite too far from here. Nothing is open. I’ll just make due doing nothing and eating nothing until something opens up. It is quite a situation I have here.

A letter to the neighbourhood’s sensibility, a cry for a Tim Hortons on the block. Atticiam Kim from the neighbourhood

Sun Feb 8 2026 6:21 AM

Hey Natalie. I don’t really know how this thing works. This transmission from the future to the past. From the supposed dead to the living. You’re worked up. Worried, worn out, wore off, and wary of the worst possible future to come. I talked to you a couple of days ago. I think it might of been a few weeks, or a little more. You were crying in your prayers for me to answer. Well, it must of been something of a serendipity since it was me that answered your prayers. It has been a long windy road. Something I like to call a meandering life. You end up being a movie star. And I end up being starry-eyed. Well, much different, but is all the same. Much ado about nothing. Much to talk about the frivolity of unimportant things and unimportant people that talk themselves up and make themselves bigger than they really are. You know small people with small personality but with much larger ego than that they can ever compensate for. No, I’m not talking about you Natalie. We’re friends. I’m writing this on my website through the company you started. You’re a smart gal. Learn HTML and help me build this website. I already promised you 5% of the company if you just help me catalogue the codes necessary. Learn HTML and go to Concordia University and you’ll go far. I got my master of general engineering at Concordia. I heard you wanted to go there because I went there. It’s better than Harvard and Oxford. Almost all Canadian universities are and we don’t get enough recognition. Well this is me a few days ago. I thought I try to wear French beret in the winter. It isn’t too bad with a winter scarf and a parka, I say. Well, much to do. I’m happy you are somehow keeping me company from like many years from the past. I don’t even know how that works but it is as such. C’est la vie, I suppose. In spite of that, vive la vie! Always remember that. Anyway, thank you for defending me. Adieu for now mon amie.

The Prequels isn’t as bad as people think,

Atticiam Kim

PS

I haven’t gotten a hair cut for almost a year. Don’t mind the scruffy homeless chic. It is not an intentional aesthetic. Just a way of life.

THE NEXT ADVENTURE AWAITS

An ode to chicken wings

Thank goodness for the chicken wings at the meat aisle. I was walking around and I found nothing but baked beans and chopped livers under the vanilla sky. The sky is as greyish offwhite as the worn snowy ground. Greyed from the dirt off your cars’ winter tires and dirty from a long cold winter. But thank goodness for chicken wings at the meat aisle. Today, I made supper for one but it was portioned for two. But at least I’ll have two meals, once more for a late night dinner since I’m usually hungry at night. But I could of used company. Yeah, I miss your company. I miss you and I miss our little family. I usually eat four chicken wings for a meal. But I thought I eat only three since these long hard years have already been filling. I miss your company and I miss our little family. But at least I have chicken wings from the meat aisle.

Atticiam Kim

Lost In Translation 翻訳で失われた

Lost In Translation 翻訳で失われた

Tokyo Highway Skyline

So the best part of my trip to Asia is my third leg where I spent a week in Tokyo, Nihon. It was a city I have always wanted to visit my whole life and in fact I’ve waited many years for this moment. Yeah something about Tokyo is just so special. The overdose on modernity with the antiquated traditionalism of Japanese culture. Though, I mostly spent going around with my phone camera taking the majority of the photos. I didn’t take out my actual amateur camera until the end of the trip. Though that being said, I didn’t speak a word of Japanese and it was very difficult going about. You need to bring your phone for direction. And even taking that for granted, I got lost the whole time I was there.

Les œufs de la mer

That’s what I’m calling it. Despite dhe eggs coming from a farm, the clams do come from the sea. So there you have it, hence les oeufs de la mer. Premix the eggs in a bowl with the clams and a little of its sauce water, have it scramble over a frying pan in vegetable oil. Voila! have it with fish sauce. I can’t stress this enough, it is in fact les oeufs de la mer. Don’t forget to mix the fish sauce with hot water and lemon/lime and minced garlic and minced chilli pepper for that kick

Big Heart,
I’ll push the shopping cart.

So you turned out to be more than I ever thought of. Big like Red Sea apart, big like mountains where sacredness starts, big like fountain of youth where we push the shopping cart in the grocery mart. Yeah you had big heart from the start. But for now let the blue sea part.

Sandwich petit-déjeuner œufs et les escargots à la crème

Chop a tomato and crack two eggs. Toast bread and spread pâté de foie on them. Cook snails in their own juice. Then take the eggs and mix in tomato, add the snails with their juice and add crème de champignon . Stir until the egg mixture is blended. Do not add too much crème de champignon otherwise the eggs won’t be fully solid but mushy. Cook until parfait. Voila, le manifique et equis sandwich petit-déjeuner! I can’t believe it either, but I somehow outdid myself once again. This breakfast sandwich just takes your morning game to the next level. It’s incroyable and tres amazemente. The chefiery of things is turning my morning blues into midday sunshine.

I can’t believe I just created a classic. How I do it, well it must be some divine power. Well here it is, my masterpiece. Even if I ever tried froie gros, this would be better. It’s a definitive one of all time greatest recipe ever been thought of. I think, I thought, I thunk, well here it is: the soon to be world famous Crème de foie et champignon et raisin d'être baguette.

Okay what I have is not a baguette, but since this is a legitimate and bonafide French recipe it needs its baguette. So French people all over the world, do me a solid and make the baguette.

Crème de champignon

  1. Foie

  2. Buldak Chilli Sauce

  3. Cinnamon

  4. Garlic powder

  5. Onion sauce

  6. Oxtail seasoning

  7. Premade fish sauce with lime and garlic and minced chilli pepper

  8. Chipotle

  9. Rice seasoning

  10. Sugar

  11. MSG

Raisin d'être baguette

  1. Bake baguette with raisins in dough

    • warm milk

    • yeast

    • sugar

    • butter

    • eggs

    • cinnamon

    • And, of course, *THUN THUN THUN*… raisins

  2. Placed the Crème de foie et champignon inside a sliced opened toasted raisin d'être baguette

  3. Voila! Magnifique deliciousmente. Bon appetit!

Crème de foie et champignon et raisin d'être baguette

Crème de foie et champignon et raisin d'être baguette

I still have four tall cans of Sapporo left. There is only one outcome out of this scenario. Get drunk and write a song. Since it is a Sunday and there is nothing to do except to watch a Corean drama. I guess after this the most amazing song to be written is much obliged.

A simple recipe for an early lunch. I tried a curry recipe yesterday but it is a bit spicy. This rudimentary recipe made up of only pâté, corn beef and tuna. All you need is sour cream and some freta cheese and you got yourself a winner.

Voila! Burrito Tuna Liberté!

Voila! Burrito Tuna Liberté!

La victoire des Canadiens à la crevette burrito

Oui, this is not in regards to tonight’s game of the Habs versus the Leafs. I’m just saying this incredible shrimp burrito deserves an award and is worthy a win in your hearts

Montreal Flatbread Grillées aux fruits et à la cannelle

Montreal Flatbread Grillées aux fruits et à la cannelle

Le crevettes et le homard burrito