Sunday, March 24, 2019
Thursday, March 14, 2019
Monday, March 11, 2019
Axe City 5
Ext. Busy street in Toronto. Day.
The youngish man (whose name is Lars) makes his way down the sidewalk. All around him, the hyperactive slush of hurrying, frantic humanity.
Friday, March 08, 2019
Thursday, March 07, 2019
Axe City - four
Int. The Toronto Reference Library. Day.
The youngish man looks to his left. He notices another man who is clearly very absorbed in whatever it is that is on his computer screen. After a moment, the second man looks at the first.
Second man: Lookit this, willya?
First man (youngish): What?
Second man: It's friggin' Justin Trudeau.
First man: Okaaaay.
Second man: He's really in trouble now, eh? [chortles with a phlegmy laugh]
Sunday, February 24, 2019
Axe City - three
Ext. Toronto downtown. Day
The youngish man trudges along the slush-soupy sidewalk. Out of the corner of his eye, the brick red ziggurat of the Metro Toronto Reference Library. On an impulse (telling himself he has to use the washroom), he enters.
Ont. The library. Day.
A moment later.
In the vast atrium, people are everywhere at a series of communal desks. They are students, mainly. A group he not only belonged to not so long ago, but that he keeps phasing in and out of.
Axe City, two
Ext. Street, downtown Toronto. Day.
The youngish man emerges from a subway station that’s connected to an aging but still popular shopping mall. Grayness is everywhere: inside the building and on the noisy, slush-soaked street. But so is the busyness; the chronic energy of the city.
The young man walks down the street.
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