The Walrus reprise, Sappers Bridge, Ottawa
A cocky young rebel descends the worn stone steps of Sapper’s Bridge, boots echoing against the bones of a city built by ghosts. He doesn’t look back. He is in the spotlight. Beneath him, the bridge bears the scars of centuries—military marches, political reckonings, and the quiet erosion of memory.
But he moves like history’s irrelevant, like the future is already his. There’s no reverence in his stride, only conviction. The past watches, unconvinced.
The Walrus reprise, Sappers Bridge, Ottawa
A cocky young rebel descends the worn stone steps of Sapper’s Bridge, boots echoing against the bones of a city built by ghosts. He doesn’t look back. He is in the spotlight. Beneath him, the bridge bears the scars of centuries—military marches, political reckonings, and the quiet erosion of memory.
But he moves like history’s irrelevant, like the future is already his. There’s no reverence in his stride, only conviction. The past watches, unconvinced.