“This neighbourhood, well, I guess you can say City, but I’m talking about right here… it’s full of ghosts. Not the kind that rattle chains or hide in your closet, but the kind of ghost that’s a remnant of what people have left behind. Think about that creosote plant that they’re trying to figure out up by the Greyhound station. Yeah, that’s the kind of ghosts I’m talking about.

Generations have come before us and they put their fingerprints all over this place. I guess it’s up to us to choose which ones we want to rub off and which ones we want to keep. How’s that for a metaphor? This neighbourhood? I like it because there’s always something to do… good and bad haha.” Name Withheld.