There was a limpid matter of factness to the neighbourhood that morning. The north shore mountains possessed no grandeur, the straight slipped like the an old silk shawl under the bridges and into the ocean. No faint mist clung to the trees and the sky was a churn of greys. Jo was gone and her absence traveled with me like a cyclone cloak of echoing low grade static. | image @artmonad . . . . #music #vancouver #fiction #band #rockband #busterfrequency #thechemicalspray #writing #amwriting #vhs #art #memory #therapy #arttherapy