I had forgotten how deathly silent the suburbs could be. It wasn't until the garbage truck's whirring from down the street was welcomed by my earsand I began to settle again And it's not that peace was nice – it can be – but it brought to mind a time when all I'd hear was nothing No movement, no noise no force or (e)motion no prompt, no push no life and yet To others my city is little more than a town; an urban marshland, quaint and carefree.Yes, I had forgotten how the suburbs don't suit me.

Cork, August 2023