we got a time bomb
What!? What happened to the Rapture? Instead all we had was bad weather, and even that trundled past and past like one of those stop-motion films, sped up spluttering, the clouds twitch boiling with something like silent film menace, and then the brite-white sun, and much wondering, before sudden shadows and storm. No one knew what it would do, and we all asked the same question over and over all weekend. You get the sense that much more of this is owing, that it would not be a shock if it started to go like this all the time. Don't even look at David Suzuki's doom mouth –– your head might pop off. I did see an obviously deranged woman in hightops and full-length fur coat, hopping on and off the curb, and some fat teenage mothers laughing at her as they pushed baby strollers and smoke up Princess Street, and all I could think was, Well, crazy is still better than stupid ... or doomed.