Evenings and Weekends

by Oisín McKenna

He jams them into his ears and opens Spotify, keen for something to soundtrack his walk to the station. Something ecstatic, cathartic, romantic, blissful. Something to encapsulate his life at this precise moment in time. At this precise moment in time, he is a young person in the city, finished work for the weekend,

He said you should only ever get what you want for the most extraordinarily brief window of time. The rest of your life, you should spend in the pining.

Whenever he looks at art or nature with friends, he feels obliged to express feelings on it even when he has none, and this discrepancy between feelings spoken and feelings felt gives him the sensation of not existing at all.