ashok breezed into town yesterday too. met him for a drink at stella's, a belgian beer and tapas place on the corner where santo's used to be years ago. it's odd being back on the drive and experiencing it as a stranger. there are neighbourhood stories attached to these locations-- about workers getting sexually assaulted at santo's, about two women getting kicked out of joe's cafe across the street for kissing... haven't thought about these things for years. a few of the old businesses are still there, but a lot has changed. and yet the street feels the same. me and my robot leg went to sweet cherubim this morning in search of breakfast. they have the cereal i like, that kind that comes in the green eco-friendly bag. but not the kind of tea i wanted, the good old newfoundland orange pekoe kind that you drink with canned milk.
reading for sunburst, thinking about projects for the residency. it's grey and dark out. i feel sleepy.