Well thank God the sun is out and the snow is melting. I can't believe I ever thought Montrealers honked a lot. The silent swishing of American engines on Parc lulls me into a delicious sleep every night.
My dreams have been sucking me in with vise-grip intensity, I wake up at least twice a night with no idea who or where i am.
I am in Montreal. Saturday I go to Toronto. Toronto is my home. Montreal is my home-away-from-home. India is where I travelled and worked for four months. See. I have reality all in check.
I miss the treacle light of Asia. The sun is so wan and cold here in early Spring.
I meant to post this link before the regime toppled, but here is an awesome article on the invasion of Iraq by Arundhati Roy.