Toronto.
I've yet to run
outside, or
explore the city and make it
my own again, but it's
in the air, I think. This is Toronto. It hasn't hit me that
I live here, not yet. I still feel like a guest of
Venk, a guest of the city... I suppose it'll all start hitting soon. Once I get my
cell phone's
area code changed, and I have to put my new address on everything, it'll start hitting.
I don't know if I'm ready for that. I don't think it matters, though.
...
Jes is screaming about '
wampum' again. She is also waving a
pringles can around and threatening to
hunt me, presumably to
build better weapons from my bones, or some such.
She gets this way, sometimes.
...
I have lost my
train of thought.