Week 27, 2026: Je me souviens

I’m not built for this heat. As much time is spent wiping sweat off my forehead and thinking about money and Maggie Rogers as is spent roaming the small flat of navy and grey and black and wondering if now is a good time to turn on the air conditioner. How’s that for a sentence? That’s what it felt like, the heat. It went on and on and on. I had a few days off in the latter part of the week, so I spent the other part planning a trip to Montreal, Quebec. An uncomfortably large number of tabs in my window later, I know the plan like the back of my hand. I know it so well, all the dates and times and costs, that I book everything while sipping an iced latte in a cafe. I book it on my phone, jump off the stool, wave bye to the very nice barista and head home. While watching my coffee come to a boil in my kitchen earlier that day, I relayed the plan to my father over the phone: Take the 11pm bus on Canada Day Spend just over forty hours in Montreal, Quebec Take the midnight bus back on the…