I can't stand the shifting sand and shells under our feet

burn out, the void, and Superchunk

I am thinking about the void. 

Every month, a friend of mine and I go to a different diner in Toronto in an effort to chart the stars of the city’s fast-casual breakfast scene. There’s no parameters or roadmap or goal in mind, we’re not doing it for the content, not to post or even write about it. We’re just meeting, every month, to sit with each other o…