I paid subway fair to kiss my sisters goodbye. I like to leave so much more than i like to be left.

I was sad all morning, so i walked a different way to school today because I'd read it once in a poem. It's was sunny and the air smelled like a picnic. I was surrounded by fresh-faced UofT students, and blonde buildings with copper-green roofs. The sidewalks were scrubbed white. White sidewalks make me think of sun-bleached dinosaur bones, so clean and dry that I can crunch them between my teeth. White sidewalks make me feel a warmly indifferent attitude towards death, which is pretty fitting, if you think too hard about sidewalks.