Random: Anyone anywhere anytime.
Which is what stokes the fear in a city that feels evermore like it’s ripping apart at the seams — and in particular where strangers converge.
The vulnerability of public spaces, as wide as a subway platform, as narrow as a crosstown bus. A TTC shelter, a busy station in the middle of the day, a desolate station in the small hours of the night.
Not sure the rest of Canada gives a damn about TO, hell I live here and I don’t much care for the place. Voting Trudeau makes a body hate you.
