"They bend, straighten; the sun lights up faces and hands, candles flickering in the wind against the unbright earth. I see them; I know none of them believe they are here. They dent the ground they stand on. Pretend this dirt is the future. And they are right," reads outside the library. (Also in one of the pictures.) Piece: James Joyce . Also, I have color blind friends. . . . #Ulysses #JamesJoyce #SirIsaacBrock #Bridge #Bathurst #blackandwhiteworld









