Here’s a love story that involves a man and a ghostly woman who reads his text messages but doesn’t text back. (Tap image to buy)
He hopes someday she’ll return, The city the way it was, But she’s very busy now with her new love. Some German banker.
He tries his best but to no avail, not unlike sending an email to your local politician. That feeling of Hopelessness. (Tap image to buy print)
What caught me was the shadow of us, The way we don’t react, sleep it out, try sleeping out with 3 degree weather and no family or community support.
It feels like times before may have been more joyous, The innocence now gone, we’re less something and in more of a panic.
Everyone seems to be looking to get there first.
There’s nostalgia yes, but hope too that things will feel and get better.
Who doesn’t want to live in the best place in the world? To be in love with herself! Anna, Molly.
But, She’s only a River, An imaginary Siren that sings her song.
Up yours, but in a nice way.
Head back and delirious, The room has swelled on a breakdown, You can’t keep your eyes open, your nostrils full of Strawberry smoke.
I'm still in town. Can you come collect me?
That’s her there. Fuzzy, Dropping Soul and Punk bombs.
Beatrice. New Dublin.
The morning after, left behind like a one-off dance at a taxi rank.
Malahide in David Brittans. It's the flash and the bad angle, but it really sums up the original days
The Centre of the Universe, Just don’t ask a Dubliner to confirm that.
I’m beginning to notice the way the wood in the windows has come together beautifully. How simple the work was made to look subdued. The sun comes in and out when it feels, and it is extremely quiet outside except for joggers, those who cannot find a home, the odd wheelchair. Meanwhile, she’s rumbling in the bed, not knowing the day.
Bobby and Maria. Real Dubliners still have Horses.
The shame of homelessness and greed, Passively ignored, Seen not heard.
The full walk of the Quays on both sides of the river takes about 80 minutes if you’ve pushed yourself. I try to push. I try to catch the Heron bird feeding on low tide fish. She’s from Dublin Zoo, she told me.