Faded flags stand as reminder of better times at The Kensington Cornerstone Restaurant in Kensington Market on Dundas. The bar closed last fall. I’ve never been.
What strikes me: The pale yellow, grey dirty white, and sunstroked red shreds of fabric hanging there, hanging on. Tatters of their once-glorious selves, remembering that last celebration. Mourning.
Still, the grey winter light makes the dissolving colours vibrant.
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