Heart heavy train rides.
A few pictures I took at the AGO/TO with Alexa. It was a lovely summer, and this trip was the pinnacle. Taking the train downtown never changes; it's sleepy, fast, yet, it feels as though you're part of some universal film where you're not the star, but a supporting character.
Rundown houses and graffiti (some beautiful, some vulgar) pass you by, the lighting is dim and fleeting, but the potential for adventure keeps you wide-eyed and excited.
A bustling city, a quiet gallery.
Everyone is doing their best to contemplate and recreate, to seem busy, to seem dreamy; we attempt to be quiet and thoughtful, but we beg to be noticed. The art makes us think, makes us want to think. It forces us to see ourselves from all angles. It makes us not to want to think any longer.
Pizza and hit and runs.
Alexa and I almost got hit by a car. We weren't entirely at fault, their signal made it seem like they were about to turn right (they didn't). We had delicious pizza. I stopped to take a picture of the lights and she waited for me. The picture didn't come out right, though.