The Corridor



The Corridor

(An Internal Reflection)

I see the world as a shopping mall.

People meander and live in the mall, wonder and wander through the promenades, meet and socialize in the grand halls - live their lives on stage - their audience the food courts and grand foyers.

I don't want to sound cynical. There is nothing particularly or specifically wrong with this. I mean, this is life, right? Yes, it's artificial, yes it's a social construct, a facade, but it isn't a lie. 

We still need to live our lives. If not this construct, if not this facade, then another. It's a necessity. 

But I have always lived on the outside, on the fringe. Not quite outcast, but neither wholly accepted. Not completely ostracized, but viewed cautiously and hesitantly.

 I don't fit these Shoppers' limited paradigm. They don't, can't understand me. Although I meander and wander through these same malls and promenades; although I socialize and live on the stages of these same grand foyers and food courts and their very same audiences watch me also, there is something different and more that they cannot see….and they sense it; they intuitively know it.

Similar to Wells's world of the Morlocks, there is more than meets the Eloi's eyes; something outside the Shoppers' peripheral sight.

I live and traverse the interior utility hallways behind the stores and fronts, beyond the Potemkin Village - inventories, machinery, deliveries, bay-doors, the far less polished and pretty utilitarian places. The spaces between the spaces. The back corridors.

Ask me on a bad day and you will hear a yarn of sorrow, rejection, loneliness, exclusion and ostracisation. But in truth, there is a certain freedom, a certain liberty in this. I sit on the cusp of two worlds, all the wiser and better for it. It allows one to experience things where others would not. To see perspectives, to go places and do things others cannot or dare not.

I've encountered precious few like this.

Michel Weatherall


A native of Ottawa, Michel Weatherall grew up as an army-brat living in Europe and Germany and has since travelled extensively.

Having over 30 years experience in the print/publishing industry, the transition to self-publishing was a natural step with his publication company, Broken Keys Publishing. He has published 6 novels and 2 collections of poetry.

Other work (the poems “Sun & Moon,” "Purgation," "This Burden I Bear," “Eleven's Silent Promise," the sci-fi short story “Rupture” and the essays "The Doctrine of Fear" and "Ebook Revolution?") have all appeared in Ariel Chart's online journal, as well as a theological essay (“The Voice of Sophia”) in American theologian Thomas Jay Oord's "The Uncontrolling Love of God: An Open and Relational Account of Providence" (2015)

Weatherall's current books in print are,

The Symbiot 30th Anniversary, The Nadia Edition,


The Refuse Chronicles,

Symphonies of Horror: Inspirational Tales by H.P. Lovecraft: The Symbiot Appendum,

Ngaro's Sojourney,

A Dark Corner of My Soul (poetry),

Sun & Moon (poetry),

His publishing company, Broken Keys Publishing has 2 anthologies:

Thin Places: The Ottawan Anthology, &

Love & Catastrophē Poetrē.

Honours and Awards include

Winner of the 2020 - 2021 Faces of Ottawa Awards for Best Author

Winner of the 2020-2021 Faces of Ottawa Awards for Best Publisher

2021Best of the Net Award Nominee (for Poetry: Purgation)

2020-21 Parliamentary Poet Laureate Nominee

2020 Best of the Net Award Nominee (Poetry: This Burden I Bear)

2019 Pushcart Prize Nominee (for Poetry)

2019 FEBE Award Nominee for Creative Arts

2019 CPACT Awards Nominee for Entertainment Excellence (Arts)

2019 CPACT Awards Nominee for Small Business Excellence (Broken Keys Publishing)

Twitter: @brokenkeys9

Instagram: @weatherallmichel


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