I’m writing from the Starbucks close to where I used to work, trying to remember Monday’s walk. I didn’t take nearly enough pictures. I remember making it to Balzac’s and being paralyzed by fear as I tried to apply to a project management job at CAMH that I don’t even want. I remember walking through the MARS centre and being overcome by the energy there. I remember walking by the greenery and old U of T buildings along Queen’s park. I remember seeing Julian Barnes speak about how he lost his wife and considered ending his own. I remember reading about Azita and how she is slowly coming back to life. I remember walking through Nathan Philips Square on the way home and standing behind the fire. I remember.