walking south from bloor through the parks east of yonge street looking for cia counterintelligence stalkers. this one came out from behind the fabric covered link metal fence, graciously stopped in his tracks and posed for me.
''and now there is the internet: this is a pulpit for what anybody says, which gives pig ignorants their best occasion to foul our wells with extra information.'' alessandro gallenzi, ars poetastrica. ( j.g.nichols translation).