This city if full of people, millions of people in fact… and yet, everywhere you look, you see lonely people… I went for a walk on a Saturday night, by myself, and within a few blocks, I was able to find quite a few of them… Here is the first in a series of 7 pictures call Alone In The City:
This week I will post some of the pictures I have taken during a short visit at the CNE Fairgrounds downtown Toronto. I will start with a duo of sand carvers and their incredible sculptures in progress:
This fun bearded artist amazed me with all the small details around his fairly recognizable castle for all fans of Disneyland.
I am so excited about this movie… Even if Bernadette Peters is not part of it… Even with Meryl yawn Streep in it!
SharkBoy interrupts the beauty of pictures for this tale which took place in Ugly City recently.
A few days ago, as I was walking to work, I noticed this lady coming towards me, her eyes focused on her cellphone’s screen. Now, I always walk to the right of the sidewalk, giving all the space possible to other people who might come the opposite way or want to pass me should they walk faster or even run. But this lady was not paying any attention to the rest of the world, she was stuck insider her own. As she came within a foot of me, I suddenly said something to make her aware she was about to run into me… and this is what happened:
Me: Hum! Look up Lady!
She looked up but still managed to bump into my left arm and then hit my bag right on her hip.
Her: Why don’t you look where you’re going?
I stopped to look at her with my eyes wide opened.
Me: ME? I was looking, that’s I warned you in the first place.
Her: Shut up faggot!
Without missing a beat, not without thinking, I lashed back:
Me: Why don’t you shut your sad divorced ugly fat face.
And by the surprised hurt look she gave me, I think I hit 100% on all points.
Every once in awhile, you stumble unto a treasure from the past. Just out of nowhere, in this small used bookstore, I saw this book that grabbed my attention right away and brought me back to grade 3, it was always my favourite to read when we had “book time” in our class. We had this shelf full of books for our class and I don’t know how many times I’ve gravitated to this one. I never owned it, I had certainly never read it in English until today. When I saw it there, I had no choice but to take it directly to the cashier and make it mine… And now it’s here, within my collection of other treasures from my childhood.