Sunday, 12-Jan-2025


Walking home after a shindig with friends, the Dublin fog rolled in.

I mean, serious fog. We’re not talking some cutesy fog. We’re talking thick, slightly stinky, impenetrable pea soup fog. We’re talking the type of fog where monsters live, and where portals to the feywilds open up in dark alleys and doors that don’t exist during the day.

This was FOG. And no, this photo isn’t edited or blurry. This was what we saw from the 7th floor.

We made it back to the apartment, safe and sound and without having to bargain with any ethereal creatures to keep hold of our souls. Andrea and I poured ourselves glasses of whiskey, and watched as the world unfolded and escaped from the tendrils of fog below.

I don’t mind living in Dublin. I really don’t mind it one bit.