No# // Ghosts of Kensington Market.
On the day we met, I followed you hand in hand. Past store fronts and fountains as we pushed aside the brush and overgrowth through a wooden gate to your modest house in Kensington Market. We slept with each other for the first time that night as the rain hit against your bedroom window, and the spicy peanut sauce from dinner still on our breaths.
There would be postcards and mix cds that followed, and when I finally made it to Vancouver, I invited you to meet me for a coffee to catch up. A romp in my hotel room, perhaps. But we both knew things had changed. I didn’t know you any more, and you didn’t know me.
Time had escaped us, and the reality of life, as in love, is that timing is everything. #originsofindecision #revisionisthistory #aerialmaps #aseriesofsmallflames #intothedarkness #intotheabyss #intothelight #shortstories #ottawa #montreal #kingston #london #toronto #vancouver