In Montreal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, ‘the winter has not killed us again!
Leonard Cohen, from Beautiful Losers (1966).
Care of a nice psychogeography (puke) article in this week’s Eye Weekly.
