I am trying to make myself like this city better by getting to know its nooks and crannies. 

To be honest, it feels kinda like trying to convince yourself you’re in love with some girl when you watch her changing her clothes too near her bedroom window. 

Pencil sketches jazzed up in Photoshop. 

pI went to the Dead Zoo in Dublin. It’s overrun with morbid children in the summer but it’s quiet in the autumn. It’s less disturbing than a real zoo, because for these creatures, the worst is over. Long over, in most cases. I find it peaceful, except for the mounted heads, which somehow seem more grotesque than full-body taxidermy, possibly because it’s less dignified. 

Also this week, something tragic and terrible happened involving a mouse, but I don’t want to talk about it. 

Photos show a skelephant.