ghosts & admissons

The Nature of Things

I was kind of reluctant to come back to Toronto after spending so much time from home. I call it a 10 day vay-cay, but really I spent the better part of the last two weeks recovering from tape worms or something. Fortunately for me the entire city is insulated in a thick layer of deafening snow. Everything's so quiet, you can sneak up on people or get hit by cars that you don't hear, its great.

It’s like the entire city is on mute, people are to cold to grumble, they just exhale thick mist into their scarves. No one runs, they just sort of wobble through the snow. I suppose this is what it would be like if Harrison Bergeron was cremated and his ashes sprinkled over the city. Everyone equalized by the crushing force of nature. There’s affirmative action in each and every flake. Opportunity glitters on branches and sidewalks. Long sharp pieces of hope dangle from eves troughs and window sills.

The law of the jungle gives way to a kinder gentler community where our ambitions are frozen before us and the air sucked from our lungs in icy bursts.

posted by El Chupacabra @ 11:14 PM