why i love you so.

smelling the hint of spring in a cool winter breeze and how it makes me feel alive.

the purple shade of your leaves as they leave to die.

sailor moon smoking a cigarette on front street, joined by a hundred other cosplay enthusiasts on a sunday afternoon.

humans being dragons that chinese new year’s eve.

a happy lesbian couple holding hands walking down the street. well, i don’t know if they were happy. maybe they’d just had a huge fight and were holding hands as a way to overcompensate and hide their anger. i don’t know, i only saw them passing from across the street. i didn’t have a chance to peek into their souls.

on a rainy ramadan day, a muslim man uses his jaanamaz (prayer rug) to shade himself from the wetness as he runs towards a bus. carrying in his hands the food he will use to break his fast.

all of this over time, but within a mile.

the feeling of living poetry.

toronto, this is why.

our lifetime.

we will conquer cancer in our time

“We will conquer cancer in our lifetime.”

There’s something about the phrasing of that sentence. It’s not just the use of the word “conquer,” the war based metaphor. What really stands out to me is the usage of “our lifetime.” It’s such a relatable term. The boundaries are so fuzzy. I imagine hordes of people passing by, all of varying ages, thinking, “Yes, in my lifetime.” It’s such a hopeful declaration. Then slowly people’s lifetimes will end. New generations will emerge. They will pass by this very sign and think, “Yes, in my lifetime.” The sign itself will last (and perhaps be relevant) long beyond our lifetimes.