Helluland, rue Baffin, and my obsession with the Far North

It’s all just a coincidence, but an interesting one I can’t stop thinking about. First: I grew up on a street called rue Baffin in a suburb of Montreal. Second: I’d rather be dead than be a slave to someone else’s demands. I had quit great jobs just to say “fuck you” to my boss. Third: When I was a […]