Having moved from Toronto 2 years ago, this piece collects some of my personal memories of this site, the neighbourhood where I used to live and shared a studio at Pix Films.

These are some flashes of memories: emotional phone calls, an accident I witnessed, delicious food that no longer exist due to gentrification, heartbreaks and bike rides and queer weddings I danced to and drag queen wigs I picked up along these streets that are no more.

Memories merge, collapse and interrupt each other, but they are, for now, still remaining as fragile ephemeral monuments anchored from an invisible thread to the gravel.