In a sea of faces passing the crowd of downtown Toronto, color is a daily thing seen, diversity, natural.
Yet it seemed to her that diversity was just an excuse to make comments that you'd usually never make in another place, and wearing things that you'd never wear anywhere else.
To her, all she could see was blurred lines inbetween culture and trends.
As people seem to forget who they were and where they came from.
She stood at the bus stop, listening to an african beat, her foot tapping against the sidewalk.
She watched as people passed by, a feeling of sonder overwhelming her.
She wondered, what their lives were like. And so she, pulled out a notebook, scribbling ideas of what she thought would be an interesting story of the woman with the chihuahua whom had just passed.
Wearing red heals, looking extravagant, she wondered whre she was going to.
Chuckling as she wrote, she continued to scribble. The world around escaping her.
Her name was probably something like Muffy. On her way to her anniversary dinner with her husband named Bartram who was always too busy for her but in reality was just seeing a younger woman.
Now that sounded interesting.
It was curious to her though, how easy it was to judge that persons life through nothing but her appearance. It reminded her of the bias against her, and her skin, and her hair.
And it made her remember one thing that's always been true about not only her city but everyone in the world.
"People really are big pieces of shit."
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