The House of Metamorphosis

anon

winnipeg, city of so many expatriates and war-vet child soldiers, city of so many survivors; winnipeg, you who have eaten your young, you who have spit them back out to so many other places; winnipeg, if we all lived there again there would be six million of us and you wouldn't know quite what to do. there wouldn't be enough bike lanes for us all. winnipeg, i'm serious here goddamnit. winnipeg, fiorentino is in park ex and i don't think he's coming back unless it's to die.

Douglas Coupland

I think there was a trade-off somewhere along the line. I think the price we paid for our golden life was an inability to fully believe in love; instead we gained an irony that scorched everything it touched. And I wondered if this irony is the price we paid for the loss of God.

But then I must remind myself we are living creature--we have religious impulses--we must--and yet into what cracks do these impulses flow in a world without religion? It is something I think about every day. Sometimes I think it is the only thing I should be thinking about (Life After God, 274-5)