Last week, I was on the subway heading off to work, a normal state of affairs for me on a Monday. This was a fairly standard train ride, except for a few notable exceptions: I was wearing gloves, and a heavy winter-jacket with a pull-over face mask, despite the face that this was late in March and the weather had been somewhat temperate. I recall being conscious of where my hands were going, of avoiding touching the support poles of the train, and of trying to sit in such a way that I wasn’t adjacent to or next to anyone. I also recall how empty the train was, with maybe six or eight people in my car– a far cry from the usual Monday morning, with train cars packed like sardines, rolling claustrophobic nightmares of compression.Continue reading
I want to take a break from my usual 40k content to write about something serious. In case any have you been following the news, a few days ago someone deliberately used a van to run over pedestrians in downtown Toronto, killing ten people and hospitalizing fifteen. It made international news, provoked outcry from the public, the media and international leaders alike, and in general terrified and shocked in equal measure.
It happened not too far from where I live.