Steven Are ✒ I had cause recently to remember an old memory from when I was a wean in Belfast. One of those memories that are long forgotten until jarred into the present, not unpleasantly, just unexpectedly. For some reason most of my memories of the Belfast of my youth are when the sun was shining and the summer was hazy. The rains only recur when recalling my teenage years. I’m sure Freud
Published on May 14, 2022 01:00