First Light

September 14, 2001
Our bus rattles through the Irish midlands, its passengers growing older with each passing mile towards Birr. Somewhere beyond the pale I watch the evening shadows fall across a golden field and wonder if we’ve somehow left this catastrophe behind.

“There’s going to be a world war,” says a man who remembers the first two.

“No.” Comes the confident answer from an older woman. She moves her groceries aside to let the last young person step off the bus somewhere east of Edenderry, headphones screeching U2’s Elevation or something equally…

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