Craig and I watched the movie Last Night the other evening (Last Night, 1998, Canada). It’s a great movie, full of moments and emotions I haven’t encountered in other media forms — not to mention that it’s set in Toronto and says it’s Toronto instead of pretending it’s Chicago or wherever else.
It’s a pre-Millenial film contemplating the end of the world, and there’s a great line at one point that I bark-laughed at:
Rose: I don’t give a damn. People are always saying ‘The children. Pity the children’. I’m tired of the children. They haven’t lived, given birth, watch their friends die. I have invested 80 years in this life. The children don’t know what they’re missing.
As our local by-election approaches, candidates keep dropping off flyers that play on that theme of making Wick a great/safe/not-derelict place for “our children”. I’m with Rose: Screw that! I’m living here now. Fix it now!
But to the local council I’d say “Leave it alone! Stop tinkering with public services and historic buildings, because you’re only going to break them.”
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