So, how many wrongs do make a right?
and in search for direction and guidance,
i walked into the buddhist temple
asking where i could find
the nearest gas station.
I like potatoes.
I like mushrooms.
i love this city, it’s been said.
it’s a beautiful city, i’ve been told.
toronto has been very kind,
but it has also been very cold.
mirrors do not help
i have forgotten
who to look for.