Damp.
when you live in ireland, 'damp' is not only in reference to the weather or the way of life... damp is Damp. it is a character of its own right. it is this porous, living, growing, invading, greenish-white monster that will grow from your floorboards or follow you from the corners of your ceiling. it is a virus that your apartment catches and of which it will never be rid.
our clothes in the wardrobe are damp.
his guitar case is damp. and moldy.
our duvet is damp.
my box of oatmeal is damp.
the houseplants are damp in an unhappy way.
i think the corner behind the television is legally its own county. the 27th county of the republic is located on prospect hill in galway.
and there's nothing for us to do except stand at the door, which drips with condensation like a disturbing ghost of the titanic, and shake our heads.
it's creeping up from the floor and squating where we live. it blows fuses and strangles my gardenias.
and so, with much remorse, we are moving in january.
the damp always wins since it never ceases to rain in dear auld galway.
