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05/18/2006: "The Walk Where Nothing Happened"

After we leave the Woodfield's playground, most of the group waits at a streetcar stop, while five of us keep walking west.

Looking in shop windows puts me back of Shawn, HiMY and Todd, though I catch up with Alison when she stops to wait for a streetcar. I think to keep her company, a woman alone in the East End at night, and she laughs when I tell her this, saying that if she needed a chaperone to get around Toronto, she’d never go anywhere at all.

Then comes the 501,with a few of the TPSers already on board.

With Alison gone, I continue walking, wondering about connections between people, thinking how we’re always part of a group, even when we don't think we are, and how there are these invisible threads that connect us all together. I think about the woman pushing a shopping cart out the awkward entrance/exit space at the St. Clair West Loblaws while looking at flower displays and not at the two women walking in as she's pushing out. I suppose about entering and exiting streetcars, and if it's better when there’s someone else making the same stop, because it's nice to have partners in the moment, and also because curbing everyone else for the benefit of one feels less like synchronicity.

And then I look to see three friends in the distance, waiting for my slow ass to catch up.