To draw my line in the sand here, I don’t know what freedom is. I am however intimate with loneliness. My intimacy with loneliness is borne out of the conflagration of nature and nurture churning me out of the crucible of my early childhood experiences and my long continuing journey into adulthood.
A couple weeks ago I was in a rush - what's new... I was cranky. Traffic was bad. I had a 30 minute window to get from my office at 5th & Alberta over to a network meeting in Kerrisdale. I am trying to find parking and looping around the block and beginning to feel very stressed about being late. I am on West 42nd behind a white SUV fully stopped at a stop sign turning right, it is already half over the white line and so when the SUV goes I turn right and go as well. And old man waves his cane at me but I ignore him.