This time last year I was probably drunk by now. Irish bars are good fun whenever you are in the world, and when your jet lagged, double so. Having stumbled through through timezones like a drunkard falling through the walls of a dilapidated house, I was back in the living
The pavements underfoot were greasy and stained, black marks of chewed gum, the bleached splatter of drunken despair, and still, the odd chip, every kind of lifeless and unloved. The ash and soot worked itself into every gap, unto circumstances rest. Symptomatic of a faded dream of the reassuringly uniform.
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