Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Cork
When you first arrive in a new city, nothing makes sense. Everything is unknown, virgin... After you've lived here, walked these streets, you'll know them inside out. You'll know these people. Once you've lived here, crossed this street 10, 20, 1000 times... it belongs to you because you've lived there. Corcaigh. This thing that sounds weird was added to the long list of old weird names that we have somewhere in our brain.
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