And I hain’t sayin just ‘cause I left it. The city of glass and its hazy reflection, its Olympian construction built to blast any doubt Vancouver is supreme. This perfect view, this perfect path, this paradise ride, the seawall doesn’t get you where you’re going. It reminds you what you’re borrowing. Opulence and blueprint beauty on loan.

The greenway is overgrown with a danger and a wildness, a realness and a roughness, a forgotten world I never left the center of.

Not really.

BC friends want to know, is Minneapolis really that wonderful?

No. Just me.
It’s just me. Mixed up.