Death of a City; Goodbye Toronto

Dear Toronto,

Architectural rendition: Frank Gehry's design for AGO

I love you but I think we should go our separate ways. We had a good run while it lasted. But it's you and not me. I feel you have changed so much in the last few years - and maybe not in such a good way - we've just grown apart and want different things. You don't look at me the same way no more - your eyes are more set on things like that shiny trove Queens West and their never-ending stream of cool hipster quips, the opulent chicness of Yorkville, bright-eyed optimism and media whoredom of Dundas Square, and the newness and swagger of King Street to name a few.

Up in flames: The Royal Ontario Museum

You've tried to give me nicely wrapped packages (only with the same thing inside but with new outside), proclaimed that a famous designer made it to make it sound cooler, and put a higher selling point on it to distract me from the real quality of the gift. But I don't need this shiny new-old toys. I ask you to fix my transportation so that I can see you more often. But it's still in the same repair as before - dirty, slow, and unfriendly.

I know you've made other newer hipper, cultured, and wealthy friends - but have you forgotten your roots? We were so happy before you started building and buying things that you thought we needed but you have ignored the things that we already have but require repair.  Its New York isn't it? They changed so you decided it was time for you to do the same!  I have to tell you its not the same. But we can still be friends and I will still visit you. Goodbye Toronto.