Westbound, Bloor and Pape — Toronto, ON

Caucasian male, mid 50s, with scruffy white hair and glasses, wearing tan pants, burgundy sweater, and brown leather boots.

Blood Meridian, Cormac McCarthy (Vintage)

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It grew cold in the night and it blew stormy with wind and rain and soon all the wild menagerie of that country grew mute. A horse put its long wet face in at the door and Glanton looked up and spoke to it and it lifted its head and curled its lip and withdrew into the rain and the night.

In school he saw a film he didn’t understand. It was quiet and blue, and the girl who made it was shy and pretty. Everything was blue. From the bath water, to the kitchen kettle, to the drapes softly suckled by the slightly open mouth of a screenless window. When the horse appeared from the fog, it too was blue for a time until it lumbered closer to the camera where it was so clearly chestnut that the man began to cry.

Julie Wilson