There were days when I forgot about the world, about who I was, about everything around me.
High Park, Toronto
There were days when I forgot about the world, about who I was, about everything around me.
High Park, Toronto
I’ve been obsessively listening to Bright Eyes after writing my stats exam today, especially this one:
“See the Soul Singer in the session band
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand
Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan
For the Soul Singer in the session band
I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth
With a post-modern author who didn’t exist
In this fictitious world all reality twists
I was a hopeless romantic now I’m just turning tricks”
Kensington, Toronto
“I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.”
— Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)
Little Italy, Toronto