the light at the end of the tunnel

Forgive me if most of the entries I'll be posting for the next few days are photographs instead of actual essays. I have two weeks left, and I want to spend it living the Toronto dream -- not typing in front of a laptop reminscing about the life that lay outside.

In any case, I've always liked how photographs can tell stories far better than any words I can put together. I've been taking more pictures than usual, trying to capture every little detail of my life here.

So that I will never forget.

the daily commute: the sheppard-yonge subway station