Status Updates From Gens De Dublin

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.