I am unsure of where I am
really going. Uncertainty.
Perhaps I need a new map
with different directions.
Maybe I am trying to find
the wrong destination?
09/16/2022 j.g.l.
As the city grows, the city grows louder.
Construction, deconstruction, demolition and excavation; it begins earlier and earlier and goes all day. The sounds of progress, the equipment and the echoes, as cranes, condominiums and office towers stretch to the sky, growing taller each day.
They only way to go is up.
They are building on top of buildings, obstructing the views across the street, all across the city. Downtown Toronto is a mess of projects on nearly every street.
This is where the people live.
Is this progress?
Does it sound like it?
09/15/2022 j.g.l.
“Perhaps today will be better,” I said to myself, pre-coffee and barely out of bed.
Don’t you always wonder?
Is every day a game of chance? Do you keep track of your progress, or remain caught up in the persistent dance?
One-step forward, two steps off track.
There is no playbook to this game of life.
Mostly it is make it up as you go, by guess or by golly, on the fly, no matter how hard you try.
You, mainly, do your best. You try, working with what is there. Or here?
Another day: this one with rain.
Another day. Another game?
I am not playing but, nevertheless, will participate.
Today is another chance.
09/12/2022 j.g.l.