AN ISOLATED LETTERBOX 06/11/2025, 12:42

This is only metres away from the "Hungry Tree" at Kings Inns. Now, it faces the street, a silent, metallic smile. It was no longer a way in. It was just a way of saying, "We were here." A bronze echo, a joke only the wall understood, waiting for a postman who would never come. It is the Cheshire Cat's grin. The door was gone, the hallway was gone, the life that waited inside for the clatter of the flap was gone. But the grin remained.