The friends talk ghost sightings, weird dreams, and bad boyfriends.
It turns out watching Guy Maddin's latest retro melodrama is even more awesomely impactful if you're in a fevered state. (And oh, the dreams!)
Horribly sleep-starved, our writer is completely insane right now. But she finds solace in Jenny Hval's dreamworld.
Jessica Pratt’s second album is a total beauty. And not just because it illustrates the difference between letting yourself be and capital-B Being.