MTL - Ma Ville.
Catapulted back to reality. Thoughts are now interspersed with fragmented memories of what once was, not so long ago. Comparitive statements are uttered to remind others that I have yet to forget what I've left - behind. However; there is this much to say. My city. With which I have shared many a moments of pain and joy, the same city that I observed with a new born's perpspective upon returning (I felt like a tourist for a day) as yet to let me down. Its streets breathe and subsequently exhale inspiration, creativity, life and art at every hour of every day. With you. Within your casual haze my days have once again taken purpose. My edge - now fully re-installed - with my grime, guides me through Montreal. The heat, the humidity, the beads of sweat that trickle down the tip of my nose even as I write these words - remind me that it's good to be back home." -YB? 2005
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Fuck yeah! Am sure from any location dubbed home, your words will still flow with inspiration, but Montreal is not the same without you.
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