Tag: Grief
Période de questions
June 10th. Twenty to six, and I’ve just arrived at Centre Saint-Pierre for RÉZO’s annual general meeting. The long tables usually here have been folded and pushed against the right-hand wall. Plastic and metal chairs in rows facing a screen. Fluorescent light. I find a seat and the shaking starts, low and steady. There is...
Peel Basin, 09:15
Under the Bonaventure Expressway. The Five Roses sign at an angle I hadn't expected from here. REM trains to my right, sliding past without sound from where I'm sitting. Water. I'm always near water these days, and I'm starting to think that's not incidental. A bus passes overhead and the whole structure hums. Rain making...
Eastward
The ice is gone. I notice this before I've settled fully onto the bench, the oat milk moka still warm between my hands, the pines along the boardwalk doing their slow work in the wind. Habitat 67 sits in my peripheral vision the way it always does. The Jacques-Cartier Bridge. The amusement park still closed...
Salt
The ice is sweating. Moisture gathering at the surface, at the precise line where the ice meets the water it's in the process of becoming. I'm watching it from the bench on the pier, the same bench, the same eastward orientation I keep returning to without quite deciding to. Gulls have settled at that line...