#microblog I am living in a time between worlds. My heart smells of chlorine and has carpets with patterns from the early 2000s. I wonder if I'm past my prime or if my best is yet to come. Nothing but infrastructure, it is people, ideas, and capital that breathe life into me. People say I am a source of growth and productivity. What do they mean by this? Do they know what they mean? Could they explain it to a child? I am the biggest of my kind in my country. Most people don't realize that at first, so it is written all over me. The universities are expanding into me. They are calling them satellite campuses. However, these parts of me remain mostly empty. I'll soon have pilotless transports flowing through me. Connecting me to a sprawled ecosystem seemingly constantly trying to justify its relevance. My body is the property of an investment management firm owned by the monopoly man who built me up. Parts of me are being knocked down, deconstructed, and rebuilt. Someday I might be a home to families, not just corporations. My community is growing white hair and speaks of the need for young people in these discussions. Will their expertise and tacit knowledge be preserved? I solve problems few know exist. My exports are the behind the scenes of the information revolution. Not the killer apps you know and love - the depth of my brilliance too often gone under appreciated. I ride waves, but I am confused by the current tide. I am the Kanata North Technology Park. Do not lose hope on me. Interrogate me. Pull me apart and flip me inside out. Make no assumptions about who I could be. ![[IMG_3222.jpg]]