Status Updates From Dubliners

Seeking out a distraction from the slow-to-leave stresses with speed - a reference to the drug - on fast-to-outlive swiftness of artificial advancement and chain-injecting arenaline rush withdrawals. Kidnapped in kiddish shenanigans slipping away against the fingers, pedestrians of Dublin’s polarity where half waltzes out of bed and the rest rushes back on board are cast to show the former growing beyond whimsy.

One tenths enwoven in tales of the town piecing together with synchronous, complimentary color schemes, James Joyce pierces aliveness of life’s last era of living beings and paints the daunting - godly guaranteed - future of their farewells. Either taking in our torsos the air remnants of warm-worded gases they used to exhale or preparing for their touchable presence to become vapor, there resides death’s door.