I didn’t take this picture. i stole it off of someone’s old travel log. i am sorry whoever you are, but there was no way for me to check your copyright, name or location because there was nothing but pictures of montreal on your site. no links to the homepage. nothing. i am ever so sorry.
onwards to why this picture is here. on friday Steve and i went up to the mountain to talk about our possible reconciliation. for those of you who care, this spun into a very nasty fight, then we managed to talk again and then i spent the rest of the week-end thinking we might be able to work our differences out. apparently, i misunderstood a key aspect of our conversation friday. we are not together. this is very hard because i had thought we might be and we had actually spent a good two hours together…it was sweet, surreal and awkwardly funny. alas, it could not last.
ok. so… while i was on mt. royal, staring down at the the skyline from on high, i again was confronted with the realization that montealers aren’t half as proud of our little nature retreat as we should be. central park smentral park. i like my mountain. and i like my city. i am not the only one:
i starting reading my current issue of The Walrus (Vol. 3, Issue 4) and came across Daniel Singer’s article “Bombs Away!” I am going to excerpt two very poignant bits from the first section as they summarize my own thoughts very nicely.
My Canada includes Quebec, the earnest federalist saying goes. Okay. Sure thing. But only as long as my Montreal still gets to include the bald barber, the drunk accountant, the tranny taxi driver, and the Hassidic guy slipping into the strip bar mid-afternoon. These are the characters who give the city character, who help differentiate it from the Mr. Muffler sprawl that has washed over the rest of the continent and that laps at the island’s very shores….Maybe it’s the absence of fluoride in the water or the fact that everyone can lay claim to being part of a persecuted minority, but what might lead to scowls and dirty looks elsewhere — perhaps harsh words and a slashed tire if things got really ugly — ends with bombs and Molotov cocktails in Montreal. Read the Rest?
Montrealers are serious. Serious about politics, grudges, partying, friends, living, dying and culture. i feel safe walking down most streets, not because i don’t think something bad could happen, because i know it could, but because i truly believe that if i needed help, it would be there, even from a total stranger. i may want desperately to go away, but i know i will also want to return.
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