The Irish Goodbye
An open front door at night, a dinner party blurred behind it, an empty coat hook

The Irish Goodbye presents

Seven Quiet Goodbyes

The hassles of your first forty years, dismissed one at a time. No announcement necessary.

A push lawnmower parked in a dark shed, one blade of window light across it

№ 7 · Grounds

Goodbye to the lawn.

The lawn is mowed now, forever.

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A man at a dome pizza oven on a stone patio at dusk, flames glowing in the oven mouth, peel in hand

№ 6 · Patio

Goodbye to delivery.

The pizza is faster than the fees now.

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A prosumer espresso machine pulling a shot through a bottomless portafilter in morning light

№ 5 · Kitchen

Goodbye to the drive-thru line.

The machine pays for itself, then keeps charging.

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A man reading a hardcover book in an armchair by lamplight, a dark television behind him

№ 4 · Mind

Goodbye to the news cycle.

Fourteen months clean. Still a citizen.

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A silver-haired man pulling one small roller bag through an empty airport concourse at dawn

№ 3 · Travel

Goodbye to the baggage carousel.

Pack less. Leave first.

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A vintage stainless steel dress watch on a worn leather strap, on a man's wrist below a white oxford cuff

№ 2 · Horology

Goodbye to the rotation.

One watch, worn daily, discussed never.

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A man pouring whiskey from a decanter into a tulip glass beside a stone fireplace

№ 1 · Cellar

Goodbye to someday.

His father saved the bottle thirty years. He didn't.

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Nothing left to dismiss

The rest arrive quietly.

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