Colour me nostalgic but wasn’t it was around this time last year that the cops were looking for William, 31?
I don’t know if the fuzz got their man (?) but this time around they’re looking for 66-year-old Chester who is 5’9″ with stocky build, bald, and walks with a limp. He was last seen wearing a white shirt, blue jeans and blue and white shoes. Seem familiar? Maybe the following image will help:
I was suckled by Bruce Sterling, weaned by William Gibson, and can recite the dialogue in Blade Runner from memory.
So it came as no surprise when, flipping through the latest edition of Eye Weekly while stuffing my face with a Liberty Village jerk chicken sandwich, I was drawn to Shawn Micaleff’s article on development in Toronto and the tensions it raises between pro/anti-urban development advocates.
Like an earlier article I had written, Shawn points out that construction around the metropolis is rampant (the second largest in North America), and that many of the new highrises are indelibly changing the historic face of the city. He also makes an aborted attempt to connect what’s happening today to a hackneyed version of the future as it was seen from the nineteen-eighties. Aside from a few weak parallels between the cyberpunk genre, Shawn mostly misses the point.
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