Status Updates From Dubliners

The subtext of multilayered anecdotal detail still profusely bleeds and profanely burns bright onto the pages of judgment, distrust, slippery slopes from neat obscenity to nasty habits, and in that - like a silver lining’s dash of earthly rehabilitation - arrives a ladylike redefinition now reclaiming what is entitled. Whirlpools of men and masculine power dynamics engulfing the dwarfed rights of women.

Death and taxes, there, here, and there for good. Adulthood assumes many roles, marker of life’s progress, gift of gratitude to childhood, but it too and beleagueredly is a vehicle on which old kids falter to the affairs of politics and every good or evil thing it implies. The Boys Who Cried Wolf, at this stage within their not so little shepherding, evolves innocent lies into devastating deceit and much more.

So far these short stories are about as unexciting as it gets but I will persevere 😍🥹👍