Ottawa's Festival of Ideas Since 1997

The Opioid Crisis

I remember all our plans, our dreams and our plots.

That’s a lie, I’ve forgotten lots.


Your laugh, your voice, that thing we were gonna do when we got out.


All faded. The places you held in my heart, just empty slots.


I remember when I thought we’d live forever.


That’s a lie, I just didn’t care if we died.


That said, I never wanted our friendship to sever.


Can’t Rewind.