Partook in the eating of unreal sausages at Hank’s Franks in the Port Credit Farmer’s Market. Mossed for a bit before heading to work for a quick four hour shift, then spent the night contemplating sexuality, existence, change, friends, love, and everything between and beyond.
Friday was a good day to rip out my own heart and stare at how cold and black it had become, i.e. I had a ten hour shift in retail. Luckily, I drowned the anguish in a sea of Steam Whistle pilsner.
Day 142. All my articles and pieces are being published within the next week or two, so for now I am lounging and getting everything else in order, i.e. I signed my apartment lease, got my grad student card and papers, and packed a few more boxes of stuff’n’such (not the stovetop dressing, though that is delicious).
Worked as the sun rose at my back, relaxed as the sun passed overhead, slept as the sun ran out of my view.
Little in the morning, little in the evening.
Back on the pulse of Hamilton’s beating heart. Met a good friend for some early-morning people watching, scoured the mall for maps and useful books, made note of the city’s finer areas, found a rooftop park for maximum lounging. Departed from one friend to shoot up the mountain and meet another companion, with whom I discussed the coming months and the potential of approaching projects. Closed the day with a viewing of Shutter Island, a movie that never fails to make me feel like I’m waking from my own elaborately constructed role-play.
Day 138. Explored the planet and made good use of its relation to the sun. Spent the day running through parks, lounging on balconies, eating delicious food, and getting good rest before the dawn of a new school year.
Prepared for a meeting with my boss, had the meeting (to productive ends), worked, mossed, sopped up the last of summer.
Day 136. These summer days are getting harder and harder to engage. Essentially day 135 repeated, with the addition of an existential crisis and preparing the apartment for a viewing. Motion, motion, motion.