A journal of a "post-lingual acquired hearing loss in adulthood", or how I went deaf - and got a cochlear implant - at 39.
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Friday, February 22, 2013
He haunts us.
Here he is at the Harrison Gallery in Vancouver, 901 Homer St.
It seems I can't take a trip, read a book, or turn on the telly without encountering this riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma that rides around on my shoulder, anyway.
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