Demolition

I came into the world at 6:00 AM on a rainy, Summer morning in June. I was born in a Calgary Hospital which was destined to be demolished twenty years later in order to make way for some “kick-ass condos” close to the river’s edge. I watched the demolition live on local television; I’m tempted to say it was cathartic, but it wasn’t. At the time, I had the slightest idea as to what catharsis was; I probably still don’t.

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