
Random: Anyone anywhere anytime.
Which is what stokes the fear in a city that feels evermore like it’s ripping apart at the seams — and in particular where strangers converge.
The vulnerability of public spaces, as wide as a subway platform, as narrow as a crosstown bus. A TTC shelter, a busy station in the middle of the day, a desolate station in the small hours of the night.
Not sure the rest of Canada gives a damn about TO, hell I live here and I don’t much care for the place. Voting Trudeau makes a body hate you.


First came the green-faced sea king with his trident and his mermaid bride, followed by a man in a suit studded with pretzels and a troupe of raggedy clowns thwacking small children with folded fans.



The Duke of York has been told he can no longer use his suite of rooms at Buckingham Palace, having previously been forced to close his office there, it was reported last night.




