A virtual-reality film that imagines Toronto's wild future : Debut of Lisa Jackson's Biidaaban marks a fragile moment for Indigenous languages
The other morning, I was standing on top of a tall building on Bay Street, across from Toronto's Old City Hall, but everything looked much different than usual.
There were no electric lights, just the blue-grey dawn. The buildings were crumbling, taken over by trees and moss. The pond in front of City Hall was a big puddle, and once-busy streets had become waterways. I stepped toward the roof's edge to get a better look, but cautiously, in case I fell.
The experience felt almost real...