I was born in the city, I'll be mourned by the city...

I really do love downtown, 

especially the business core. 

Stoic glass figures rising to the heavens, 

overlooking the ant-like colonies of business men 

from beneath....

Sometimes though, 

I feel so insignificant in a sea of suits, 

surrounded by never-ending 

glass walls.

Once you are a part of it, is there a way out?

Hopefully I can be able to post about a never-ending horizon. I'm craving palm trees, water, and sunrises... uber badly :(

Public Washrooms

Right now, as I'm trying to sleep in the living room couch...
which isn't really working, I decided to bring up the topic of public washrooms.
Hate them or Refuse to use them, you need them, admit it, especially during crucial times!

But like the scene with Norah in Nick&Norah's Infinite Playlist, a public washroom stall can offer very interesting reads.


Exhibit 1. The picture above.


Apparently the stall i chose in Union Station's women's washroom was the entrance to downtown Toronto's Chamber of Secrets!