Nothing of my past stays vertical. My childhood neighbourhood - my old school - reduced to rubble and replaced with something else that faded faster. I've watched prefabricated estates rise and die in the time it took for puberty to scar my face and ruin my grades. The constant rubble-making has given my life the feel of the cartoon train escapee, hurriedly laying new tracks in front of a speeding train locomotive as the old tracks disintegrate. The forced smile of interesting times.