Sketchpad on the lap.
The 'radio' tuned to ZoomerRadio, or BBC Radio2.
Thinking of characters.
Like any big city, Toronto is full of the figurative kind. (Yours truly could be penciled-in, and with little contestment, even from me.)
As for the literal, expressions thereof should come easily.
A few thumbnails sprout from the paper.
Who is this guy? How did his parents name him?
A few thumbnails sprout from the paper.
Who is this guy? How did his parents name him?
I want to use him for a video project; I know just the right project for such a memorable man. Chances are he'll be a big star.
I can imagine who he might be: He hangs around on a TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) subway station platform — specifically "St. George" Station — but never actually boards a train. He stands there, in some sort of spiritually lost limbo, not sure in what direction to travel, and not sure if he wants to leave, if at all, via the "Bedford" or "St. George" exit.
With further imagination I begin to believe he's a former University of Toronto student; Law was his first course, but switched to Engineering Science ("Eng-Sci") after he figured it might be easier. It wasn't easier. And now he's drawn back to this place. Life takes an unexpected course. Can he go back and try it all over again? (That outfit he wears tells me he was the water boy for the Varsity Blues football team, circa late-eighties.)
I speak with a TTC inspector who stands on the "southbound" platform. It is important for my own sanity that I ask the big question.
"He's here almost every time I'm at this station", I offer.
The inspector answers, without editorial or judgement: "His name is Dennis."
Yes. Dennis.
I can imagine who he might be: He hangs around on a TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) subway station platform — specifically "St. George" Station — but never actually boards a train. He stands there, in some sort of spiritually lost limbo, not sure in what direction to travel, and not sure if he wants to leave, if at all, via the "Bedford" or "St. George" exit.
With further imagination I begin to believe he's a former University of Toronto student; Law was his first course, but switched to Engineering Science ("Eng-Sci") after he figured it might be easier. It wasn't easier. And now he's drawn back to this place. Life takes an unexpected course. Can he go back and try it all over again? (That outfit he wears tells me he was the water boy for the Varsity Blues football team, circa late-eighties.)
I speak with a TTC inspector who stands on the "southbound" platform. It is important for my own sanity that I ask the big question.
"He's here almost every time I'm at this station", I offer.
The inspector answers, without editorial or judgement: "His name is Dennis."
Yes. Dennis.
"He" is now a real person. Dennis!
"Dennis" shall be his name!
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