I like to explore; it's my meditation, coasting through residential neighbourhoods, trying to find little shortcuts. I pretend I own these neighbourhoods. I know the hidden passageways, the secret hangouts, the places you can only find by spending a lot of time in one place or paying close, close attention. I would take my bike out after dark, when the streets were quiet, like that scenario where you wake up and everyone else in the world is gone. In the winter, you can smell wood stoves. In the summer, you can hear the distant laughter of a late night dinner party that's moved to the patio or porch. I didn't have any grease for my bike chain, so I used Canola oil. Now the chain continually slips off and the oil stains my pants.