Toronto (An Interlude)

I'm back in North America. On my flight here from Dublin, I sat next to a painter named John MacGregor who told me that I "need to find something practical to do with my life" and that he really loves to work while listening to classical music. Here is one of his paintings:

"Cubism Reborn"

Anyhow, when our eight-hour flight from Dublin got in last night at like 4:00 p.m., my body felt like it was 10:00 p.m. There's something weirdly exhilarating about traveling like that. After a certain point, I think the human body just adapts. Certainly my brain is not working at full-capacity, but perhaps part of the excitement of traveling this way is getting outside of your head and considering only what is in front of you.

I'm going to stop switching between the first- and second-person now and instead share a few of the buildings I saw.

Some library, University of Toronto

Rising moon over the Royal Ontario Museum

The closest I came to the CN Tower

The sunrise this morning, with some glare that my makeshift towel-fort couldn't eliminate

 

When I get home in eight or so hours, I will give my parents big fat hugs and drink a lot of coffee and have the world's best shower. I might even get really wild and take a nap. I slept in Terminal 1 last night, and it was more comfortable than I was expecting. The benches didn't even have those annoying armrest dividers, so I got to sleep on a surface that was not the floor. I was probably disproportionately excited about that.

And tonight, because I have the dearest and most thoughtful mother in the world, I have tickets for a Chuck Palahniuk (like "Pall-uh-nick") lecture with my sister. Not a bad way to spend my first night back in the States.