I have to believe that there’s more to life than this because if there isn’t, what’s the point?

I have a lot of memories from Vancouver. Both good and bad. All cherished.
I remember exactly where I took this picture. It was in the waiting room of a doctor’s office. I was waiting there with my girlfriend of the time because she was going to see the doctor. There were piles of old magazines. The decor seemed like it hadn’t been changed in years. I remember the neighbourhood. Across the street there was a supermarket. I remember quite a bit from back then. 
One minute to the hour