[PHOTO] Laundromat warning

[PHOTO] Six photos from Trinity Bellwoods Park, on a COVID-19 Saturday evening (#trinitybellwoods)

I got to Trinity Bellwoods Park yesterday evening after 7:30, after the peak crowd blanketing the lawn that had made social media earlier that day. I only dipped to the north side of the street to take the photos; the crowds were concentrated on the northern side of the park, but there were still crowds.

We are fucked. Toronto is going to have a second wave.

[VIDEO] The streets of Toronto, as seen by drone

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Here's what the streets of Toronto look like after public health officials asked people to practice social distancing and stay home during the COVID-19 pandemic. • • • 🎥: Sue Reid/CBC #cbctoronto #cbcto #covid19 #coronavirus #toronto #selfisolate #socialdistancing #stateofemergency

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[PHOTO] Blurry selfie, with portrait of Shakespeare

Shakespeare died a month ago. (Well, a month ago yesterday.)

I am fine. It is just–well, what a month this has been.

This has been a very weird experience.

[URBAN NOTE] On the current #covid19 crisis (#coronavirustoronto)

One of the many things that has been bothering me about the COVID-19 crisis is the way that the city of Toronto around me has been shutting down. Work and those strictures have gone, of course, but so have almost all of the other events of life. Stores are shut down; neighbourhoods are almost always barren of people; the sorts of events that I normally partake in have been sensibly cancelled. (Jane’s Walk and TCAF are among the events that have been closed down, and I may never get a chance to see the Diane Arbus show at the AGO or the Winnie the Pooh exhibit at the ROM. I live in hope for the second category, and look forward to next year for the first.)

The great machineries of life of Toronto, human and mechanical, are grinding down. When will they start up again? What will be the background against which this revival will happen? What loss and suffering will there be in the background of this? More importantly, from my particular perspective, what loss and suffering will there be among the people I know, here in Toronto and around the world? I have some fears for myself, but more fears for others both known and unknown. (I am not fond of living in a situation where fatalities from a pandemic really can amount to low single-digit percentages of the global, and local, population.)

I cannot help but feel a sort of anticipatory grief at seeing my dear cosmopolis of Toronto shutting down. It is a cause of grief in itself, and it is a symbol of worse yet to come. I can also extrapolate easily enough from the specific case of Toronto to all the other great machines out there in the world, places I’ve lived in and places I’ve only visited and places I have yet to visit and the many many places I will never see. The pictures I saw earlier this week from Venice, that great first prototype of the cosmopolis, felt so wrong. One March, you have a living city; one March, you have a city clamped down on account of mass death. There are things Toronto can pick up from Venice, but I would prefer this not be one. But this isn’t really under anyone’s control, is it?

I am–I believe–keeping things in perspective. There will still be a world after this crisis is done, whenever it is done, one that will be recognizable. I just find it distressing that a proper perspective is not all that comforting. How, exactly, will things be skewed? This uncertainty is something that I do not like. Ending my 12-month Metropass, on account of the certainty that I will not be travelling much at all in April, at least, feels significant. How much more will my lived world shrink?

These past few days, I have been thinking of the classic song “Sous le ciel de Paris”, a hymn of love to that metropolis written and performed just a few years after Paris risked destruction in the Second World War. Has a similar song been written for Toronto?

[PHOTO] No rules (?) (#coronavirustoronto)

I joked yesterday, eating a bowl of Kellogg’s Eggo cereal with Maple Syrup, that there were no rules now.

There are, of course. It is just a matter of figuring out what, exactly, these rules are.

[PHOTO] Fifteen photos of my Tuesday commute from work (#toronto, #coronavirustoronto)

My commute from work began much earlier than I expected Tuesday evening, at 7. I got down from Eglinton station to Yonge and Wellesley to shop, just in time to catch the intense blues of the twilight sky on the Yonge corridor. The 94 Wellesley bus west to Ossington came in a timely manner, that done, putting me back in a neighbourhood made strange by the day.

[PHOTO] Five photos of my Tuesday commute to work (#toronto, #coronavirustoronto)

My commute to work Tuesday, which turned out to be the last one I will make in some time, was a bit odd, with buses and subway cars half-empty and a strange ambient mood.

[PHOTO] Ten photos from Metro, College Park, Friday evening (#coronavirustoronto)

Friday evening, I went with Jim to the Metro grocery store in College Park for some last-minute shopping. It was an interesting scene, crowded with shoppers, evidencing empty shelves where certain products where I expected there to be shortfalls (paper products, bread, eggs and dairy, perishable meats). There were presences, too, of canned goods that were unpopular (plenty of beets, for instance) and of a whole wall of orchids in bloom.

The atmosphere of the Metro was interesting. People there had intent, but there was no panic.