Saturday night I became a street walker (yes it's come to that) Mind you, I wasn't alone. There were tens of thousands of us wandering the streets of Toronto, along many streets closed to traffic, the giant buildings empty and dark. But there was light and motion; a queen of the parade who was not a queen of a parade that never was.
A skyscraper built from bicycles that no one rides yet still move
An alley way was transformed into the mythical place where socks lost in the dryer go to hang out .. yes, that horrible pun but what else would you expect
The skyscapers of steel and glass were replaced by a tower made of wooden chairs, one person's version I suppose of a furnished lodging
This city is always lit at night but this night there were new lights, colored and moving and somewhat mysterious in their purpose
A city at night. A city filled with light and mystery and strangers wandering the street unite by a sense of "what is that" as as "what the fuck" A city transformed
Nuit Blanche 2013
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