From the album Road to the River
Underneath our concrete jungles there are rivers - some raging, some meandering. All of
them were once full of fish, but were covered over at some point in the name of progress. In Toronto it’s Taddle and Garrison Creek. I always imagine some ancient albino brook trout under there waiting for the human race to concede, for the river to rise to the surface, and to reclaim her colours.