A Collection of City Thoughts


Tuesday, December 29, 2009

City in Winter




On cold nights like this I wish I could fold the city into my palm and squeeze it a couple times. Revive it back to life. Keep it warm in my pocket.

The streets are empty. Bloor West is empty. Not even the Portuguese men are out tonight in their usual packs of five. Tonight they're at home, smoking in front of their television sets and infuriating their wives.

Tonight the moon is big and bare and cold and icy. If it had legs it would kick me in the ass. I had this notion while watching it that I was the only one in the entire city watching the same moon. This sad and angry moon just hanging there like a smear in an otherwise ordinary city sky; without stars; without constellations.

Without people these streets are frozen.