[the] north[ern] [of] ireland It is both a dignity and a difficulty to live between these names, perceiving politics in the syntax of the state. And at the end of the day, the reality is that whether we change or whether we stay the same these questions will remain. Who are we to be with one another? and How are we to be with one another? and What to do with all those memories of all of those funerals? and What about those present whose past was blasted far beyond their future? I wake. You wake. She wakes. He wakes. They wake. We Wake and take this troubled beauty forward.
Thanks for this lovely inspiration, Jess