July 2011
1 post
Ireland
Prologue
I am going to describe to you a town. It is mostly silent except when you’re walking outside and you hear the woosh of a car passing far out down the road (accompanied by the gleam of its headlights, which flash and then fade out of the corners of your eye, tinging the streetsides pink). Then, when you’re inside, all you hear at night is the soft howl of wind against the walls, and,...