On Thursday I finally got caught up enough on my journal to
spare the time for a bike ride. There were lots of other cyclists going east
along the Bloor bike lane and so I had to ride with the cars several times in
order pass them.
Near the
now shut down Honest Ed’s I overheard a father with a lisp exclaim to his
child, “Life’s not perfect!”
Not wanting to overexert my knee
I only went as far as Sherbourne. On the way back I went south on St George to
the College bike lane, which was also quite crowded but free of barriers to
keep someone from passing. It was a pretty warm afternoon and it felt good to
be out riding and sweating.
We should
set our emotions free so they won’t be cooped up in the city. The government
needs to allot a particularly desolate section of the arctic as a special
territory for our feelings to live so they will have a purpose rather than
being urban pests. Of course we can keep in touch with them to see how they’re
doing but it’ll be a lot more peaceful, pleasant and cheaper for us to stay
here with our bodies and our minds.
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