Went swimming in the river today below the falls. Back in Toronto now listening to the traffic. Seven floors up and always sounds so close. City looks the same but different. Strangely familiar.

The path beckons. Leave everything behind, wander out into the trees and make them your home. Never mind the cold or the three feet of snow. The deeper you enter the woods the less you’ll notice, until one day the snow will disappear and the warm green world will embrace you.

“In the sphere of natural phenomena, there is no distinction between the two objectives. Nature obeys laws that operate independently of whether they are understood or not; the only way man can bend nature to his will is by understanding and applying these laws. That is why alchemy has failed and natural science reigns supreme”

I think we need a word for that low level of anxiety/stress that comes when you’re placing an order, and maybe there’s some customization you’ve done that makes it different from the most common orders, and you get this feeling that unless you babysit your server, and keep your eye on them, and remind them a couple times that you wanted it without the sauce, you just know they’re going to get it wrong.