Ensenada North

Or Polar cold downtown Toronto: In a bourgeois parallel universe, in a moral vacuum, it's indeed no matter: From one place to the other, and then back again: In overdrive escape from Nowhere, assured, alive. New heads already on the chopping block, waiting for the inevitable, fatal sword to fall, nevertheless more terrified the other, truly lesser shoe will drop. Chickens home and roosting. The flies back, the crowd buzzing. Up from the bluff, from the wild, foreboding surf, the booming breakers, True religion, True philosophy, She only rises, one careful step at a time, one day at a time.