It is a curious process indeed to attempt to piece together the jumbled pieces of a major time in your life. In this case, it has been like trying to remember certain scenes in a movie I saw many, many years ago. Because looking back on it all now, as strange as it may sound, that is exactly what this has been like, like recalling scenes from a movie I once saw. And perhaps the oddest thing of all about it though, is how detached I feel from the main character in that movie. As if he is someone else entirely. Perhaps he is. For I believe that in the course of a man's life, every man is "many" men. That within every man their lives many different men and that each one of those individual men rises to the occasion in a lifetime that was created just for him. Montreal was simply "his" occasion. |