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emerging from winter on my bike

the journal of Michael Werneburg

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Toronto, 2014.03.08

I rode my bike up to Danforth and Pape to pick up a suit and some shirts. It's been a snowy, cold, and messy winter this year, and whereas in the past two winters I'd cycled even in January, this time it's taken 'til now. It felt great to be liberated from the TTC* and to get moving again. Needless to say the past three months have left me out of shape for such things, but it won't take long.

TTC stands for Toronto Transit Commission, but I think of it more like "Trying To Commute? Take That Car!"

rand()m quote

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov