08/31/2026
Rest in Power to my friends who have overdosed and to my little graffiti 💜, I hope you finally learn that it’s ok to be impossibly sad this Aug 31. Fenty, it’s on the streets a plenty. Grief is real.
Devon Snow, my favourite neighbour & soccer buddy, Nick who died in a hotel shelter and was my friend in a different hotel shelter. So many others: friends, daughters, mothers, colleagues. To the nurses, doctors, harm reduction peers, crisis teams, paramedics, firefighters and police in Toronto, we see you (at Matartu Media). We appreciate you. We might not always agree with how you do your jobs, but today is a day to quietly (or loudly) be proud of yourselves. We are not going to comment on provincial decisions to close lifesaving facilities. Instead, we would like to remind people to learn how to use Narcan and to also take care of each other after. I have only had successful experiences, but we cannot play God. For me, art and music and smudging reminds me that people may be gone, but if we plant a flower in the garden for them, maybe they will see it from the spirit world. 🙏 to the 2SpiritedPeopleOfThe1stNations especially for showing up many times to share Indigenous ways for this Chinese human to connect & remember the dead. 🪶 🪭At times, I am heartbroken that my friends have died and I couldn’t help them. I am glad for the memories and I could feel Devon at FIFA reminding me to play soccer with little kids. Have fun! ⚽️ A stranger on the street is a human and their life is worth living. (I left in the horrible screeching noise, because it is jarring and it’s an epidemic). 🫂☂️☔️☯️🌂🪁🪑
