BEHOLD, THIS INVISIBLE HAG! This Dollarama Hecate.
Remember my name.
Breathe and keep moving. Feeling like I’m running but actually stumbling down a grassy hill, staggered steps in formerly pristine white high-top Vans. Hello, Christie Pits, I missed you. So much green open space. KEEP MOVING. Fatigued, like a sullen teenager on a forced errand. You can do this. Remember when you saw Shakespeare staged outdoors here? Wait, that was High Park. s**t.
The night air’s damp, lake breeze clinging to my face like a web, or at least what skin I leave exposed. BLOW, WINDS, I COMMAND THEE! Relax. Catch your breath. This isn’t the heath from Lear, no matter how much a part of me wishes. For one thing, Lear wasn’t this anxious. One part of me wishes I could walk faster, while another counsels me, t
