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Other notes: Rediscovered Seamus Heaney. His poetry feels like a returning: standing outside my childhood apartment, fully grown and a little lost, remembering the way the doormat used to prickle my feet after an afternoon spent swimming. Dad was a horrible swimmer — a city-bred man: tenements, Belfast streets, the busy, busy pace. This city is amorphous & exists now only in the little squeaky cupboards in my grandma’s old house. Marmount Gardens. Buried my first goldfish there under a couple hyacinths. Wonder what Heaney’s poetry will feel like by then. What this big, huge change will do to me. Ready to unfurl against time itself

And I cannot wait to study in QUB <3 Heaney’s alma mater :D