“For here am I sitting in a tin can, far above the earth, planet earth is blue and there’s nothing I can do” David Bowie.
My tin can is the 20.50 Dublin to Belfast Train hurtling towards Drogheda. I say to my travelling companion Dominic (this ironically was his first trip on a train in Ireland. He popped his cherry with me!)”give us ten minutes mate I’ve got a bit of a brain freeze.” I close my eyes and try to slowly process the events of the past few days.
I’m afraid that one is starting to realise that terminology and discourse of academia and the science of this science are inadequate when trying to describe the multifaceted levels of emotion one goes through in this here re-integration process. Everything is a process and everything is relevant and it all links up, there is no detachment, it flows like a…
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