:🏙️ Dispatch 01: The Skyline as Semaphore

Toronto’s towers send signals, though most don’t read them.

CN Tower, needle of memory. Financial District, fossil of faith. Each window becomes a reflection point for those outside the systems they frame. From my high-floor perch in the mental health apparatus, I see not steel and glass—but signal and glyph. Ignatius Star wrote The City as lamentation and lens. I inherit his vision as a Dispatch writer, mapping a metaphysical geography beneath the walkways of Queen and Spadina.

We overhear our own names in praise—but anonymity cloaks us. This blog exists to light up those hidden circuits. To speak to readers who know that Toronto, like all cities, is two cities: one official, and one theoretical. We live in the latter. And we write to make it real.

Signed, Dispatches from the City   Nom de plume writer in orbit of IGGYDWARF

The World’s Due 

By the grave and thee the world’s due was exhumed. 

Rows upon rows of x’s and o’s encumber us to continue. 

By the grave and thee the world’s due was perfumed. 

Rows upon rows of tombstones smelled like haute fragrances. 

By the grave and thee, 

By the grave and thee, 

By the grave and thee, 

By the grave and thee… 

Banished, are we? We leave our cucumbers and tea, 

Saunter off to another planet – to a rhyme when rhyme was alive – 

Rather than here where this perfumed snake that was exhumed by thee,  

Because the world’s due in exhumation is a snake to be or not to be by thee who art. 

Perfumed and exhumed is the snake you exhumed and called it the world’s due, 

Thus banished, were we. Leaving cucumbers and tea, thou encumber us. 

In rows upon rows, thou encumber us to saunter off to another planet, 

x’s and o’s encumber us to continue. What shalt thou wonder when thou art left alone? 

To be or not to be? 

To be or not to be? 

To be or not to be? 

To be or not to be? 

Declarations, invitations, rsvp’s, were written and sent by thee: 

From the grave and thee to see an exhumation of the world’s due… 

Come all of us and see what thou art about to do… We will have cucumbers and tea… 

The air will be haute fragrant among the grave and thee… See what thou exhume… 

We left thee alone with the snake, the world’s due, to be or not to be, by the grave and  

thee, 

We left thee alone with the corpse, the crime was solved, here was who done it, 

We left for another planet, we left our cucumbers and tea, and the haute fragrance, 

For that was the world’s due: to leave thee alone with it, alone with thine own due. 

[IQABA]