people on the street in toronto on the way to a spanish lesson; a man on a bicycle drops hundreds of papers on the street and has to wait to pick up one or two sheets of paper at a time between cars driving over the remaining leafs, as they drift and rise up, float and muddy themselves against the curb. An old woman in a blue dress asks for change, then asks for a light and searches through her bag for an obtained cigarette, her belongings strewn inside before my eyes, some medication, a ribbon, and papers. Some film students have a paper bag of books tied to a string, get ready for the next shot. People walk around them, ACTION, they pull the bag across the ground as a woman chases it in the ‘wind’. I leave my lesson and walk behind two girls talking in Spanish. Think about saying something… Buenos Noches, me llamos es Ryan… not that I’d know how to say anything more.

I got home ok.