From the Queen Mother Cafe

Again, this was actually Saturday night, but I didn't take a photo on Sunday anyway, so...

I woke up at 3pm. For the first time in years. But since I went to bed as the sun went up (pretty much), I think it was justified.

Didn't really get anything done but took a subway and street car in the snow (it was beautiful) to the Lightbox to meet Quinto and see Incendies. It's a Québécois film directed by Denis Villeneuve nominated for Best Foreign Language Oscar about a mother's past life in a war-torn Middle Eastern country and her children's journey to find it out after her death. One of the most incredible films I have ever seen.
There aren't words for it, there is just too much to say and I could barely speak afterwards - I needed to just think of all the things in my head.
I walked along a snowy, snowy Queen Street West and sat in the Queen Mother cafe, which has little booths and a beautiful dark wood bar and lampshades with wrought iron kettle etchings and things like that on them. I ate lemon shortbread cake, drank peppermint tea and wrote my diary in the candlelight. This was the view outside onto Queen Street. Probably one of the most contemplative and lonely (but in a good way) nights of my life, writing poetry in my room and listening to my usual mellow music.
When a film can provoke thoughts on the nature of humanity and the evil of another human, it's pretty impressive. I urge everyone to see Incendies - it is extremely difficult to watch, but it is important. People need to address issues like those, instead of forgetting about them or pretending the world is fine, just because they don't live in countries divided, dangerous and, in some respects, lacking in basic humanity.