Evenings and Weekends

by Oisín McKenna

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.

the thrill of those first months together, those big words balanced precariously on teeth, never sure if they’ll tumble into the world or back beneath your tongue.