Thrift shopping, assemble the necessities of life. What do I need? I have - finally - a place of my own; small pleasures, a table, a lamp, a chair, a bookshelf, what could I need from the locker, and I sit down to quietly think...
Here it is, finally, The Great Solitude, found in the heart of the city, not the mountains or the forest, never were they lonely, but this apartment with it's echoing and unfurnished rooms, long hardwood floors that overhang the alley on concrete pillars, safe refuge for the homeless looking to set up a tarp, park a shopping cart, smoke a bowl of crack, the moonlit parade of furtive shadows that loiter and flit between the cars and dumpsters; here, in the heart of Calgary I've found the perfect solitude.