The escalators at York Mills lifting you to street level...
....buildings and parking lots...or the asphalt jungle....
....then I found a strange little stairway that seemed really familiar for some reason, so of course I had to walk up it...till a couple of people popped out of the shadows and scared the dickens out of me, so I made for the street lights again!
...Christianity in neon!
...concrete desert with light flowers...
.....and then you get to a stretch of overgrown grassland than reminds you of a David Lynch movie with some Twin Peaks vibes...note the grasses mysteriously flattened by something or someone...
....and just when you think that you might find a body lying in the thicket somewhere, you find a resting place for a few...
...and when you really start to feel a bit terrorized by all this noir, noir, noir....civilization! In the form of a petrol station, of course.