Nomadic Tribe Soup

"I love you!" comes from a the backseat of car pulled over in front of a King Street West theater. It is 9:49 pm and I am on my way to a screening that started four minutes earlier. Walking hastily to the TIFF Bell Lightbox, a chic movie complex that honors its patrons by a wall displaying the precise amount of money they donated, I overhear the soft words roll like a red, velvet carpet. It is not a designated lovey-dovey day and the street is particularly deserted. As I'm in full throttle I think to myself "How nice, someone is in the middle of loving." The words resonate a sincerity. It must be a mid-length relationship. They must have known each other for long and one day it must have manifested itself: love. "Hey! I love you!" This time it is louder. I turn to see what is going on. The back door of the car is half open, I see a young man waving his hand, one foot down on the sidewalk. I smile. I return to my business of being eternally late and h...

Past midnight to be precise. Technically morning. This technicality makes me buy the wrong Megabus ticket sometimes between Toronto and Montreal. When you buy these tickets on line, there is a list of departures starting with 00:30 for that particular day but I seem to forget the time in question belongs to 'the night before', for example a Thursday night, past midnight and not Friday when the departure is listed, cause honestly Friday starts at 9 am... So I am late for the night bus the day before because it doubles as the morning one the day after. A day en retard , retarded forever? Gosh, no, it should be in my new year's resolutions not to be harsh on myself. Be kind to this self of mine. Smile, even. A Torontonian again for the past two days, I just went out on my terrace as the snow was melting, about this time of the night. All's quiet and most of my fellow city dwellers are nicely tucked into their condos, town houses, apartment units, basements and bank machi...