Cake
August 26, 2010
“This city’s a shithole,” said the homeless guy ridding a bicycle. We looked each other in the eye for a fleeting second.
I should’ve offered him a hug. This city’s all right. Unbeknown to him, I have an ambitious amount of chocolate cake in my fridge. Chocolate cake makes any shithole feel superbly velvety and intriguingly textured. I got it for my birthday.
It’s been about a year since you’ve left. Man, what a year! I lost all of my yesterdays, my remaining shreds of dignity, and about 30 pounds. You should see my ribs — they’re fierce. But I finally reached that place I never wanted to reach, that place where I understand it’s for the best.
I’ve been eating my chocolate cake with milk. Suddenly, I want to relive my childhood.
And also my old age. I decided I’m going to retire in five years. I have dreams of moving to the wilderness, dreams of being homeless and beautiful. I’ll ride my bicycle down gravel roads and touch people inappropriately. “This city’s all right,” I’ll say, but nobody will be living in cities anymore.
Who will eat our chocolate cakes when we’re gone?
Posted by Tudor at 11:15 PM in Various PositionsI moved to Hamilton this month. Being from Burlington, I have always looked towards Hamilton with a hint of distaste. However, now that I work and live here, I don’t mind it so much.
I feel like I will also be someone who wanders the streets telling anyone who will listen that this city isn’t bad.
Posted by: Megan on August 29, 2010 at 01:08 AMHamilton if full of industrial splendor (and it’s wonderfully artsy, too). Give the people of Hamilton hugs for me.
Posted by: Tudor on August 29, 2010 at 11:49 AMBeautiful picture Tudor. I’m also glad you’re writing here again…it’s such a pleasure to read your entries, and this really resonates with how I feel at this moment (minus the chocolate cake)!
Posted by: Karen on August 29, 2010 at 08:33 PMI will eat your chocolate cakes when you are gone Tudor. I will eat them for you.
Posted by: sra on September 05, 2010 at 05:42 PM