Five-minute free write
I don’t want to know where things lie, and I don’t see the spirits tyhat float in the air anymore. There are too many ghosts in this city, and I think the ghosts make people forget about their current situation to their detriment. Probably a good idea to just run down to another city with lest ghosts. Maybe the bitter cold of Winnipeg in January will make you hardy. I remember minus 40 degree nights with the windchill, waiting outside for a bus that took forever to come, and I also remember they used to have an Eatons that got torn down for a hockey arena. I still feel like visiting Winnipeg sometimes but I don’t know if I have enough of a reason to. I’d probably be doing it on a journey where I’m just passing through, not as a final destination. My life needs to start moving again; I need to find my centre and I want to find stories to tell. I crave solitude on the prairie with my camera and my notebook. I have the stories coming back to me, and I want to find a way to make it all true, original, captivating, and authentic. I feel like meeting up with someone out in the hall, getting a car and going from one end of the country to the other. I really miss too many people and I need to just say hi to them. Hello, friends. I love you.