Toronto Subway Memories

I went home to Toronto a couple of weeks ago.  Riding the subway, passing through the stops led to blobs of memories.  Chester, Woodbine, Dundas...  Some bigger blobs than others.

Falling asleep that night, I scribbled this down:

As a child my brain was always full of wishful fantasies.
As a young adult through my twenties and early thirties I was preoccupied with paranoias and worries about what people thought.
Now my mind is full of nostalgia.