Saturday, June 14, 2008
face on slate bar
been a while.
Today I wandered around a bit, feeling good about being back in Toronto, as if I understand the place I'm in. But feeling like I don't understand anyone, though that's alright. Everyone on the street is beautiful. I'm home.
...actually there are not-beautiful people here -- people poisoned by wealth (not everyone who is wealthy - there is a difference) -- there is an extra level of ugly reserved for those who truly have choices.