Brown haze looking down toward Keele and Bloor from the little hillock of the park. Melancholy intersection, late at night. Fuzzy in the streetlamps, like something shot on grainy video or viewed through a screen door. Sewer smell, familiar, coming up from the ravine below. Dirt town. Toronto is a dirt town. Living in New York, you forget the city is bu…
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