Visited the Richmond Public Market today, with Cali—who is just recently back from a cross-continental train journey—on this the day the busses came back into service. It was my first time in there. Even after working a block away for five and a half years, I had managed to never go inside. It had become a sort of legend.

Half of the shops on the first floor was shuttered, half or more, and we walked past this and a number of groceries stalls on our way to the stairs going up to the second level, which was lined with food dispensaries. We toured the choices, got lunch, and then sat down to talk publishing. We’ve both been trying to get published; we’re both looking into self pub this year. She’s putting out her book on punks in Vancouver very soon, and I’m looking forward to holding it in my hands. I’ve read this and that here and there, and I want to know the full flow of the thing.

I have been away from this project for too long, so the scene above is too easily escaping me. There’s so much more from it that I’d like to put down. But, as usual, it is late—and I’m even getting up early—so I will keep it brief. But that image of us sitting there in the semi-mythical public market is crystallized in my mind, so I couldn’t bring myself to leave it behind. It was a holy moment.

Hello again, here after the longest break I’ve had. I’m still here. I still mean to keep this going. I’ve just been working on my short stories.