"We woke up early,
walked down the
old grey street. There'd been
rain the
night before which had cleaned the surface
dirt from the
windows and concrete, leaving a
false shiny
sheen on
everything. I breathed in, charged. The
air was charged.
"Something's gonna
happen, "Thom said.
"I
know," I replied.
It felt like we were the
first people to ever do anything, that the
simple act of us
walking down the
street was
naming it.
Naming the
street, naming the action, this is
walking, it's a brand new thing, isn't it amazing?"
Maya Merrick,
Sextant, Montreal: Conundrum Press, 2005, 149.
