I am thinking about to have and have not. I have in my hand a slim digital device. I take it out in the street. If you are the spark that catches my eye – I take your picture with it. I try to be discrete, not to trouble you. Recently I enacted a policy of preserving anonymity. In this meagre way may I show some respect for you, whomever you are, smooth out the wrinkle of neglecting your permission. Nevertheless, I help myself to an image of what you have/have not, to make a point. Please -

forgive me.

For those less familiar, Bay Street shelters BIG $ … not to mention a shadowy den full of well-heeled Jesuits. This is the northern terminus of Bay. When hippies were hippies, this was “hippie yorkville“. Gentrification is on steroids. The wrecking ball has been in full swing for quite some time. The word botox is at least as common as hello. G-d bless the resistor with the can of white spray paint.

Who hates whom and why?

Ye find me guilty of binary politics? Jury me, judge me -

We, we, we, I tell you. Us. Only one. All beggars, dust and ashes.

An Italian proverb states; “Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.”.

Some of us sleep on fewer illusions than the rest of us, that’s all.