If the Neighbors Don’t Keep You Up, the Birds Will

Years and years from now when I don’t remember how it feels to be here in this room, my bedroom in Ireland, and to wake up and go to the kitchen in Ireland and make a meal in Ireland and go to class and come home for an afternoon nap in Ireland—when my memory of this time has been reduced to flashes and slivers of images and sounds, I think the most prominent will be that of birds chirping in the dark.

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