Status Updates From Dubliners (Wordsworth Class...

"He gave me the impression that he was repeating something which he had learned by heart or that, magnetised by some words of his own speech, his mind was slowly circling round and round in the same orbit."

The Dublin of this playgrounder-to-pengrabber’s recollection seems sparsely lit, a pair of parallel tungsten streetlights gating each avenue’s frontal gap and not an according fence post of luminosity afterwards, urging readers - visitors - to be their own tour guides down the dark urban structures each looming less visibly; the tenants fall in love less morally and age less gracefully as the book is unfurled.