Story By Mip0z from Scarborough, Ontario
Here in Canada, most things are made of wood. Well, most things I know to be made of other materials in my corner of the world. Especially houses. Sure, there’s an ‘opulence’ of wood here, but is it really the best material to build houses from? I prefer mine to be brick or concrete, thank you very much. For many reasons. This is a pretty staircase though.
Humming Hotel California while getting buzzed on Ryan Reynolds gin. Birthday bashes could be worse.
And suddenly you see phallic references all over the place. This one though seems a bit…frigid…
The still defunct gym, basketball & squash court and pool by our building. One pays for it, but one doesn’t get to use it. Acknowledged as a fact of life, and not much one can do about it. Weird.
Wherever you go, Big Brother is always watching you. Which is ‘safe’, but also not so ‘safe’. And I don’t like it. Walking around in a ski mask might be the only alternative, which isn’t really an alternative, come to think of it. This whole monitoring-for-the-good-of-all society is giving me the creeps. Also, I’m not in a car. I’m in a lift.
Wherever you go. Did your mommy teach you this? Do you throw your trash out of your car window while you drive? Do you have any common courtesy? It’s a small thing, and it’s a big thing.
If not by car, than by bus. Just because I’m lucky the bus route here takes me right where I need to go, quickly. But don’t be fooled, you need your car. Need. And the subsequent urban planning around the dependency on such vehicles will be the downfall of society here. In more ways than just ecological.
Because let’s face it, you don’t really have a choice. But don’t let this picture fool you, it looks like any regular highway. But this particular one, and just this 2.1km long stretch you’re seeing, has an annual average daily traffic count of…236,500. That’s almost 237,000 cars passing by, every day, on this little piece of tarmac. On average. That’s not counting rush hours, summer time, holidays, etc. Still, the current government does not actively and aggressively promote (with e.g. tax incentives) the use of hybrid or electric cars.
Sometimes I forget in what kind of opulence I live. It takes effort to make a seasoned, cheese-loving Dutchman to go ‘errr…I dunno what to do here’ in a cheese store. Which sells everything from said diary produce to cured hams and wild truffles. I mean, that’s nice, but.
A glass door.
A homeless person on Victoria Street. So I had to have a chat and share something with her. It’s -20C, in case you’re wondering.
Without it I’d go bonkers. I’m lucky to have the view I have and the light that comes through these windows. Sunsets are something of a daily treat here.
No green fingers here, so what you’re seeing now is already dead. Without producing much of anything. It can’t be that hard to actually grow something, can it?!
People don’t talk. At least not as far as I’m observing. And that includes me. Am I letting this happen to me or is there something I can blame for this slumbering social deficiency? It can’t all be just because of social media. Or because of physical distance between friends. Or because you are wary of how people will react when spoken to. Because God forbid, someone you don’t know actually talks to you. Protect your bubble at all cost.
This is not what you think, or maybe it is. That little devil is not to blame either. A good beginning of the new year? Time will tell, little piggie.