As I kick about my old hometown of Toronto, I am simultaneously nostalgic, exhilerated, and repulsed. It’s a city of contradictions: so tall and yet so sprawled out and low, so clean and yet so dirty, so polite and yet so inconsiderate and mean. Anyway, suffice it to say that I’m torn between my lifelong love of this place and my newfound love for St. John’s. I suppose couch surfing with a family of three-and-a-half doesn’t aid the city’s case. I’ll be back in St. John’s New Year’s Day and will take up blogging again shortly thereafter.
In the meantime, to help me remember why the Big Smoke is a helluva town, theatre and writing Toronto fixture Sean Dixon sends me this link to Imagining Toronto, a website dedicated to exploring the borders between literature and place.