This is a poster I designed for pretty cool event: swapping used clothes with people while enjoying music and baked goods. More details at www.ladyfesttoronto.com
It Never Ends by Laura Trethewey
Riding down the hill to Hazel’s house, I know she’s round back, smoking a joint, a few pals sitting beside her, and I’m so so eager to get there. But I hold back, coast down the hill slow, stand up on my pedals and savour it, knowing what’s waiting for me at the bottom. Six years later: Hazel has long moved out and high school is over, but I can’t ride down this hill without feeling that again, the tip of freedom. It’s like walking down Main Street after I’ve missed the last bus home. I remember another night a few weeks ago, walking this same path, missing that same bus, when a text beeped in my pocket from you, telling me to get home safe. I walked that stretch again last night and almost checked my phone for you, but I won’t hear from you even though this walk belongs to you now. There are some streets in this city with many memories, like the corner of Dundas and Ossington where everything collides: that summer street party, waiting for a cab in the cold, one too many failed dates. It seems I’ve lived my whole life at this corner or maybe I’ve just lived in this city too long. Soon every corner, streetlamp and pothole will remind me of someone, something, some night, some morning. Or perhaps it all reminds of myself and that I’ll never escape.
This piece will be on the upcoming zine, FUNGLASSES.
Deep and complex like an enigma wrapped in a riddle encased in a mystery nestled in an obscure box of secrets.