This is a series of blended images taken during an emotional week spent walking the city by day, and inspired by a verse from the poem Dublin by Northern Irish poet-playwright Louis MacNiece. Each image accompanies a line of the verse. The images capture the ambivalence I also feel towards Dublin. A journey from Belfast which once took three hours on a single lane road - if lucky - now takes only one and half on slick motorway roads. I remember passing the huge slogan scrawled on a wall in white paint as you approached the old border checkpoint on the southbound Dublin Road, which read “We will never forsake the blue skies of Ulster, for the grey skies of an Irish Republic”. Yet as a teenager, compared to Troubles-era Belfast, I always found the things I loved (music, clothes, records) much more easily here. I was, and still am, seduced by its ‘Georgian facades’, However Dublin is not my city, and never will be in really, something I was reminded of every visit; it felt as much of a foreign city to me as any in Europe, if not less so, because of the confusing love-hate mixture of jealousy, longing, familiarity and strangeness it so inspires in me. I have made Dublin my home since moving here. This has lent these images a new, additional dimension as Dublin itself now navigates its own dark days; the very heart of the city being gradually hollowed out by relentless gentrification and greed, spiralling rents, the absence of any real and thoughtful city planning that has the citizens of Dublin at its heart, and the Covid-19 pandemic.