I’m back home in Toronto for 36 hours. I leave again early tomorrow afternoon, and let’s be honest, I spent most of my time in my parents’ Scarborough basement.
But still, that was enough. I come back and it feels like home, it feels like I fit in this place and this place fits around me. It’s easier to talk to this city’s strangers, who are less polite and more friendly than strangers in Vancouver. October’s dying on us, the city’s cold here, dry and bright, a sharp chill along the length of my bones. All this light trumps, mountains notwithstanding, the wet greys of the west coast.
This is home, despite and because of our industrial wastelands and Rob Ford. This is home, because in our everyday motions in this city we overcome these crazy moments of ugliness by incoporating them into our daily mythologies. The things we fuck up so badly are the things we laugh at.
Anyway, that’s an excessive response to a photograph of two attractive men in TO gear. But I’m nostalgic for the person I am when I’m in this city.
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