Today I went to another mall (Rosebank). On Sunday mornings there is an open-air market on the upper levels. It is similar to the open-air market at Eastbank, but still it is nice to get out of Stay City. Especially if you want to eat or to escape the disruption of the seventy new Global Studio students. It gets a little hectic and very unsettling now that they have invaded our ‘home’.
After the mall, we were driven home through a posh neighborhood. I continue to be shocked by the fences in these types of neighborhoods. All you can see from the street is a wall: continuous, ominous and sterile. Each house has their own take on the color/design of the wall, but in essence it remains of uniform height and width. I feel like all I have seen here is walls.
The duality of the wall is interesting to me. The walls seem like a form of self-imposed exile. In some instances the wall severs to keep foreigners out but in the other it severs to imprison those inside. Who is the wall really protecting? Those inside from the ‘undesirables” outside or the outside from the ‘undesirables’ inside?
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