(I scribbled this in a notebook while I was heading up to visit my sort-of-boyfriend in Trois-Rivieres. The bus was bouncing out of Ottawa towards Montreal at the time.)
On the bus heading to Montreal and on the highway I pass over the canal and notice the TD Bank where I went to warm up the day I got frostbite on the canal. Then passed the stadium where I did a pretty damn good photo shoot the day before I lost my camera (it was later returned to me, cracked, under mysterious circumstances, miles from where I last saw it). When you can’t go a quarter mile without running up against some memory, you’ve been in the same town too long.