It felt as if the thunder was right on top of us and the building had just been hit by lightning. The heavens opened and tried to make up for three months of drought.
Pádraig had a brilliant evening out in that restaurant, under the marquise, half-sheltered by the glas screens, but still sitting (almost) in the eye of the storm. Kind of riding the storm, kind of being the one of the riders on the storm. Into this house we’re born. Into this world we’re thrown. Like a dog without a bone. An actor out on loan.
For what it is worth. To remember. This day in 1945, the second atomic bomb was dropped by the Americans on Nagasaki. In order to end the war. They said. – Which is when I just want to be ‘out there’. Away. In the middle of the ocean.