This is what happens
when you move to Toronto.
(a digital travelogue)

26 Brunswick. On the edge of downtown, but it's a residential district with lots and lots of old brick houses.

Houses jammed together like they're huddling together for warmth.

Collections of bricks remembering a century-old fixing flame.

My room is small.

Very small.

At least they gave me a closet.

I live with freaks.

Some are freakier than others.

Although, occasionally, they can be tamed.

With so many people around, someone's always eating something.

Thankfully, the Kensington market is closeby.

Just down this way...a little farther...

Everything you could ever want to eat is down here somewhere.

Watch out for the bird poop, though.

A little bit further, and you're in Chinatown. (Sp-sp-sp-SPADINA BUS).

This is the building where I work.

Almost every square foot of the area is for rent.

There are some exceptions.

I test equpiment here.

I work with freaks.

They cannot be tamed.

Eventually, I get to go home.

Yes, take a closer look. There's a tower in Toronto that CONTROLS PEOPLE'S MINDS!

Best not to think about it.

This is what I felt like at first.

It's starting to feel like this, now.