I am a writer living in Toronto. I am 26 years old and I live in North York. I live alone in a one-bedroom apartment, with three houseplants. I guess I decided that I wanted to be a writer when I was about seven or eight years old. I found this old notepad amongst some things that my parents had that wasn’t really being used and I started writing in it. The story was about dinosaurs, and I never really finished it, and I wonder if I finished it now if it would be the same ending that I would have came to when I started out writing it. From there I wrote a lot of things that I never finished. Throughout adolescence and my young adult life I became influenced by a lot of different places that morphed my writing technique and style and I think that, for the most part, these influences were really just poses and shtick and were never really indicative of my true style.
I’ve met a lot of great people living in the city who are really cool. There are people who you can tell they mean what they are talking about, and that’s really exciting, you want to write about that. Other times you can meet people who you know are hiding or holding something back; they don’t really know how they feel about stuff, I don’t have anything against people like that and I kind of feel sorry for them because they obviously have something they’re after even if they don’t know it. I think that the best type of people are those like us, who let people realize what they’re doing wrong on their own and don’t force anything that doesn’t come naturally.
I love women. In this city I think that I’m really inspired by women, and would like to write about them. I could write about them at length and I think that I wouldn’t ever get bored or feel discouraged. The women I’ve been with have all been great gals, even the relationships that aren’t sexual are really great. There’s just something overtly entertaining about them that I find incredibly engaging, if I had to build a team of race car drivers I think I would make them all women and I would work on the pit crew changing their tires and banging on their roofs to get the hell out of here!
A lot of politicians talk about the problems this city has with transportation. I think that comes up a lot, transportation, and how to make it more effective and efficient for the people that live here. I think it’s pretty great, honestly, there’s nothing wrong with it that isn’t wrong with climbing into a metal cylinder buried underground that travels at high speeds. I like riding in cabs though, it’s like making a new friend. Like you get to choose where you’re going, but you don’t get to choose who you meet along the way. I think that it’s funny that we can talk to the people who drive in cabs, but on the subway we intentionally try to avoid eye-contact with each other. I think that the subway could be a great party with a lot of sex and music and people really enjoying themselves before they go to work. But then I guess there would probably be more people missing their stops.
They’re increasing the minimum wage in Toronto, and I guess that it’s a good thing. I don’t know, I make more than minimum wage and I don’t think that if I earned much more than I do that it would really make me feel any different. I’d probably feel worse, like I wasn’t really earning it and that I should probably give it away to people who aren’t having a good time. I don’t really see much of an objective in money, people are really crazy about it and I think it’s because that they feel that if they don’t get it their lives will suddenly be a lot worse and they’ll be pushed out on an ice float or something like that. That’s a big deal, wondering about what might happen to you if you don’t do stuff. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever really known what I’ve been doing so I don’t really imagine how it’s going to end up, if I do it always comes across as feeling phoney and unsatisfying.
I’d like to buy a really nice fast car. Just to be able to drive it and see what I could do with it. I’m sure in the first month I’d have a bunch of tickets and that the cops would know me, and I’d have my license revoked. Still I think it would be worth it, I’d like to join an underground racing outfit like those guys in The Fast and the Furious and get intertwined in street loyalty and thrill-seeking, that’d be rad. I just think that there’s something inherently tied to who we are in vehicles, you can tell a lot about people by how they get around and what kind of car they drive and how they drive it, I think that you should have to show your license and registration whenever you meet someone for the first time to determine if they’re a suitable match or not. Like, hmmm Volkswagen beetle? Yeah I’m not sure if that will pair well with my Chevrolet Suburban, or maybe it would I don’t know.
It’s kind of interesting what’s happened to smokers in the past 20 years or so. It’s almost like a taboo now to be a smoker, like a secret shame, and a dirty little secret. My mom smoked for a lot of years despite the warnings and negative publicity, eventually she decided it’d be better to be able to live longer than enjoy a smoke. I think that there’s way worse things than having a cigarette, but it’s like so many things in our society that once we start doing something we feel like we absolutely have to do it. We become like little extremists and bad habits become the insignias of our lives, the only things that define us that not everyone else does. I think people would be a lot better off if they thought less about what they do and just focused on doing more that feels right to them. Maybe the family is to blame for creating a system where we feel like we’re forcing ourselves through series of events that go against who we are. I just think that adulthood is like taking the best of what you got when you were developing, and trying to break out of a trend of belittling yourself because you feel like you’re still a kid.
I don’t have internet, and I barely have data. It’s funny because I say that and I feel like people immediately think that I’m someone who doesn’t need the internet. I totally do access it, and I feel like I do need it, but I think that having it in my home, my domicile, where I rest at is like too much. You already work in front a computer that’s connected to the internet, and virtually everywhere has some level of Wi-Fi or what have you. I also feel like we as a society, though, literally can’t function without some kind of screen in front of us. It’s like, if you take that interface away, suddenly we don’t know where to go, and we don’t know where to look to find the stuff we need, it’s a little alarming because what if something were to happen to that infrastructure, no one would know how to do anything. So I guess a lot of what disconnecting means to me is forcing myself to re-learn how to do basic human things that have been overlooked because they’re so basic. But it’s like, you still need to know how to cook, and you should probably know how to parallel park.
I think speed is a really great value that we can find everywhere in Toronto, people are obsessed with it. Everyone is looking to see who does things first, and where the quickest way of do anything is. I guess that’s human nature actually, like water choosing the path of least resistance. But then if there’s too much of a concentration of water, then it will evaporate and transform, gather and form a rain cloud and then rain down in the form of water again. I guess it’s like the circle of life, but water is inanimate even though we need it to live, it has no life in itself.
I think dogs are like humans who never developed the ability to bullshit themselves. They don’t ever brush their teeth, and they are (despite the best efforts of their owners) almost exclusively nudist. I think there’s a lot in that. Humans feel the need to cover-up a lot, I feel like a dog has shame, but it’s a human’s business to live in denial. I think dogs are great reminders for us, sort of like how we relate to other mammals without feeling like we’re lowering ourselves. Humans are really funny that way, they require a sense of privacy to do that which comes naturally to them, and that’s like a distraction for them from the similarities they share with the Daschund shitting on the Bermuda grass.
I love to ride trains. I think it’s one of the greatest ways to get around. You can really feel yourself settle in when you ride a train, time and distance are harmoniously passing by and it’s like you found a comfortable mode in which to let yourself go. I don’t think much really of staying in one place for too long. Maybe it’s the evolutionary traits of a hunter that I share, or maybe it’s just some childhood insecurity.