posters in passing
Posted on November 22nd, 2024 – Comments Off on posters in passingPoster-ffiti at the corner of Bathurst and Dundas.
Poster-ffiti at the corner of Bathurst and Dundas.
I must admit, I was skeptical. The invitation to explore The Bentway neighbourhood through “the building of the route across the city as well as the big set off or ‘fall’ of the dominoes!” seemed contrived. However, the limited-time nature of the conceptually simple event proved to be rewarding. Maybe even genius.
Pretty sure everyone’s familiar with the cascading row of dominoes setup so you get the idea of what this event was about. Simple on the surface.
Within, though, there was depth to the stunt.
The path of Dominoes led through the Waterfront Neighbourhood Centre. Never been here before but I aim to return.
It’s a little oasis on the edge of an international airport and a bustling tourist sector.
It’s neat to see what actually exists right now — not just what can theoretically exist — at the heart of a modern urban metropolis.
I don’t know to what extent this event was advertised but it seemed to bring out a good number of people. I daresay, there was anticipation in the air.
When that last block went over the edge there was a hearty cheer.
Props, Toronto. Props.
P.S. In case you were wondering the bricks were made of aircrete (or something similar), a lightweight type of concrete that’s less dense than regular concrete. I picked up one of the blocks and although it was lighter than I expected, I suspect that if I’d dropped it on my foot from a carrying height I’d still probably break a toe or two.
Last and in many ways least among the agents of Section B, Medic was forced to face his lackluster existence and the attitude that accompanied it. When even his few meager accomplishments started circling the drain and his life started to fall apart, along came Rebekah and sealed his fate. He goes by Brock now.
Additional information on Brock is available on his page.
Sometimes Elvis can be a bit of a worrywart but sometimes that’s exactly what you need. He might be a bit inexperienced, maybe even a bit naive, but he can also move physical objects with just his mind. Besides, if he’s already a capable Section B agent at this age, one can only imagine where this lad is headed.
Elvis’ deets are on his page.
According to Mira, her family’s history may be intertwined with torture and mass murder. She also claims to have been involved with drug runners. To casual onlookers these might seem like fanciful tales but to those who have seen her “special dance” such suggestions might come across as unnervingly brutal facts. Either way, she doesn’t really care.
You can find out a little more about Mirabelle on her page.
Dominic joined Section B just as he was recovering from a career-ending boxing injury. This had been his final attempt at trying to find a calling in life and it ended with him throwing in the proverbial towel. Then he met Rebekah, they talked, and suddenly his search for purpose didn’t seem important anymore.
Read more about Dominic on his page.
Maybe it was a crisis of conscience or maybe it was the classic middle-aged variety but whatever the cause, Dmitri parted ways with his old life right about the time he met Rebekah. Maybe it was because of her. Either way, they quickly developed a complex relationship that she occasionally regrets having made inebriated contributions to.
There’s some more info on Dmitri on his page.
Now that /sectionb is about to close the loop and maybe even answer some of those nagging questions, I thought it might be nice to share some stylized headshots of the gang. I went through many iterations to ensure that I captured the most accurate and authentic representation of each agent.
The woman pictured above is Rebekah Heinrich, alias “The Handler”. She has a brief bio on her page.
It’s been well over a decade since I bore witness to the unspeakable. I’d thought that it was behind us, forgotten and buried, gone and dealt with.
I was wrong.
This time around Sarah was there to experience the carnage with me.
As in the past, this year’s Santa Claus Parade had a heavy police presence and everyone looking over their shoulders.
A dour paramilitary presence added somber tones to the distressing gathering.
And, as before, there were crass displays of wanton debauchery and depravity.
It seems few people heeded my warnings. Although I doubt many more will do so next year, it’s my sincere hope that this message will reach at least a few and that the annuals horrors imposed on the city by this event can be alleviated, even if only slightly.