chatting with strangers - in Toronto?
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2012.02.04
It's not often that I find myself approached by chatty strangers in this city, but tonight was an exception.
While we were waiting for the bus at the Woodbine subway station, a fellow showed up and made a comment about the mood in the city being changed on that evening due to the full moon. I agreed, and soon we were talking about Goa, the green flash effect at dawn, immigrating to Canada in Winter time, etc. The fellow was so interested in chatting that he never lit up the cigarette he'd produced as he arrived. It was fun.