apartment block, bog body, labyrinth
Tag: dublin
Drawn from memory. They were both off their faces on the tram, she was semi-conscious and he was holding her tenderly while verbally abusing her for drooling.
decisions
i really hate this place
I’m spending more and more time lately in a city that’s never felt like home and I’m trying, I’m trying to find a way in. Wandering the streets at night and taking photos on an entirely awful phone. I want to like this place, I want to learn its secrets, I want to sync with its strange, angry rhythms. But I don’t know why it matters.
spray thyne loneliness on a wall
ya fucking vandal
