"Tent City is not a city and we don't live in tents. We live in shacks and shanties on the edge of Canada's largest metropolis where the river meets the lake. There's a fence dividing these 27 acres from the rest of Toronto, and on this side we've built what dwellings we can with the rubble of a scrapyard, a no-man's landfill caught in confusion between the city and private business. Sometimes it seems like a community and sometimes like chaos. Junk Town would be a better name."(Down to This | Read the first chapter of Shaughnessy Bishop Stall's new book)
:: note :: . . . there is so much that needs to known and there is so much talk about the known . . .
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