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2005 11 22
Memory Map: Markham and Ulster, July 1999

G lived in a beautiful house on Markham Street. My apartment was nearby, on Ossington, and I would often cycle home by weaving through the grid of pretty streets west of Bathurst. One lazy afternoon I was winding around a corner and found G cycling towards me. Our affections for each other had just begun to emerge, and so this encounter felt cosmic rather than coincidental. The afternoon light was orange and warm, the day was quiet and everything felt perfect. Many months later, our liaison had become turbulent, and the pleasure of this bicycle route turned to despondency. I started to seek out routes that avoided his street, cycling absurdly north along Dupont to get home. There was an insanity about this gesture, but the city’s geography had stopped being neutral for me. Crossing Markham sent a needle of pain through my body, and like all lovers in distress, I made choices based on desperation, not reason.
[email this story] Posted by Benny Nemerofsky Ramsay on 11/22 at 04:25 PM

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