Down in Toronto. From the air, the city looks a bit like Oslo today: from the air, in winter, Oslo is a vast manic sketch done in faded black Indian ink on clean white paper. On the ground, there seems to be a lot of construction. My hotel room view, in fact, is of construction: yellow gating, plastic-wrapped columns, treated wooden boards gathering snow. A Korean couple in parkas peering up at the great black and white crane that seems to be turning around a lot without actually doing anything. Pointing up at it and laughing. Are there crane joyriders who just climb in and take them for a spin?
Now I need to catch up with the last nine hours of the world, and write a couple of columns.