“Was I a cliché? Following the same pattern as everybody else in my generation? College, university, travel. Returning home thinking I knew something about the world. Thinking I’d been the first to discover it, like Christopher Columbus, only treading the same worn path so many before me had walked. Was I destined to meet somebody, marry, have kids and end up sitting in my favourite chair watching soap operas my wife liked and I hated?

Cliché. Cliché. Cliché.”

FROM Suburb: A Novel by Steven Kedie