The Hospital for Incurable Men

A notebook entry.

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At 3:30am the birds in the park outside my window started singing like morning was on the way. They were loud enough to wake me, chattering noisily in the big chestnuts that are empty now of leaves, and in the evergreen bushes that line the fence between the building where I live, a 17th century former convent, and the public space that …