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September Evening, Rathgar

EPL VT

Here's an old piece of work from last season back when it looked like Liverpool might actually have a chance of winning something. Produced on a hazy hungover saturday afternoon in what amounted to probably only a couple of hours. Didn't think much of it at the time but since have found myself re watching this one from time to time.

Stop, Jump.

Monday, Hippos and Volleys of Rain

On Windmill Lane there's a spray painted rendition of a shit, and it smiles and it says 'I run this country'. Roadside on Townsend street between a kerb and a rear bumper, a crow stood mourning over the mangled corpse of one of his buddies, head bowed and nervous and non understanding. Crows mourn the loss of their brethren, and hippos too, apparently. Maybe there was one crying behind the other car. If I could draw I'd draw a picture of the two having a wake. The dark of the day went from dark to dark and darker again, these wet autumn evenings make me sad. Yet enevitably relaxing. And then when the air breaks through the wet and the breeze slips through my wet sleeves and its not so much sad anymore but mild annoyance. Jeans, water and knees aren't much fun. A bottle of coke and a wispa. Purchased and scored instantly like hard drugs. And a slip in the doorway announced my entrance. Geting in from the rain with an air of liberation, and that sense of an urgent task fullfilled. Maybe next time I'll get the bus.

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Grand Canal Dock

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