My parents arrived yesterday just before me as well. Today they went to the ROM. Charles is doing his own thing. I went for a walk. Windy Toronto. The weather still hates us. You could say I was reminiscing. The same streets, the hospitals, medical sciences building, all familiar but distant and detached. Feeling like I should feel something, not sure if I do.
Starbucks. Reminiscing? They’re “launching” the new Paul McCartney album today, playing it all day long. That’s great… And because it’s Paul, hearing it I feel like I should feel something, but I don’t. Well, I don’t know if that’s fair. It’s noisy here.But I know I’ve returned. The tall two pump light whip mocha on the table. Yonge street wanderers. The ipod in my coat pocket. The damn wind. Everyone, the vacant face of a stranger. Yes, I’m back.
You sit in one location long enough and all the strangers start to look familiar. Familiar strangers.
Who gets pneumonia? What’s the empirical treatment? Feeding tubes. Give me something stronger for pain. Tylenol #3’s don’t do a thing for me.
I remember the sand on Ko PhaNgan, Thailand. Feet in the water as the amber sun emerged from the flat horizon of the sea.
Graduation is tomorrow. This ditty of a travel log is done done. I don’t know… But if nothing else, my travels have given me a hunch that it hasn’t been the patients in the hospital I’ve seen over these years who were truly sick.
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