#we are winter
I guess. Maybe. Are we? What does that even mean?
Is this an appropriation of Rene Levesque’s election campaign, back there in the golden years of Canada (I know, the irony omfg)?
Mon pays, ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver. . . .
And really, what do we know, here on Gerrard St, in Toronto, of winter?
And what the fuck is Harper doing up there that we have a whole bunch of GE videos of the north posted on the Globe and Mail?
And meanwhile, we’re melting—or worse, we’re cooking. We’re choking. We’re stoking the carbon cycle beyond its capacity so that our children’s children will have nowhere to breathe.
Is the north the last Canadian frontier? Is our future just another conquest?
Mon pays, ce n’est pas un pays, c’est quoi?