it's just kinda bent and pissed off, so it's taking its sweet time.
I walked around downtown today, baited breath beginning for the unabashed humping of tourist season. victoria's multiple, irreconcilable personalities. the truest thing I saw was a branch of twigs against cloud against the sky.
for some reason I feel very close to Emily Carr right now. would it be presumptuous to say that I, too, am doing exceptional things, in a form that society currently ignores or despises; unknown in my hometown except by select, individuated special people whom I mostly sought out.
walked down to visit the statue, "Our Emily". what a title, having read the book, can ya phuccin' believe the audacity. In Canada we are irresponsible with our icons. adoration after the fact.
I'd die a happy man if I thought that someday, our exceptional people would be sought after and encouraged.