Today we saw the sun and forgot it ever rains--this is a city of amnesiacs unable to recall the day before--I wonder what else we can't remember--
I have trouble accepting that I might belong here--that there might be a reason I’m on the far western reaches of this continent—like this city I am uncertain about what I am—unclear about my history and definitely uncertain about my future—like me, Vancouver is in a constant state of retransformation—trying on different architectural and cultural styles—building tall shiny glass structures in an attempt to artificially reflect the ocean and snow capped mountains—mountains that more often than not are obscured by heavy clouds that make it difficult at times to tell if it’s day or night—it feels manic depressive by nature—two days of sunshine in a row make it difficult to imagine that it ever rains—one day of darkness and rain makes the sun seem like a distant myth
Vancouver is conflict with itself—unsure of its purpose and identity and struggling with its inherent duality—it’s beauty and ugliness—both extremes making it difficult to find any middle ground or stability—this is a hard city for me to love—but I’m still trying—
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