The florescent lights inside the coffee shop distort the view of the city. I look through the glass, but cannot help but notice the rain drops and glare from the interior. Outside I see signs; Robson and Cambie. The stadium is impossible to ignore, in behind the new tower which stands tall as the wind blasts the wet drops into its body. Construction workers soaked to the bone, are digging into the old pavement. What are they doing? Is this a water main to be fixed? Is the ground full of potholes? The yellow John Deere tractor rips at the ground with ease. It is as if it were a layer of chocolate cake. So simple. Easy. The mechanical machines pumping out toxins and fumes into the city, what else is new? Banners and flags, signs, and trees, these are the decor of the city. Each sign telling a story, or truth. Do not park here or No Loitering, NO smoking, nor any unlicensed busking. Signs telling you what not to do. Signs also tell us what to do. Start line here, Hold on to railing, Exact change only. It is rather humorous to me. Yes! No! Yes! NO!
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 20:37:16 +0000