Wandering around my city.

Late into the night.

There’s a feeling in the air.

It feels like home.

More than anything.

It feels like home.

I’m walking.

Walking and walking.

From street to street.

Through alleys.

Over bridges.

Everywhere I turn.

Is one story or another.

One party or another.

There’s an electric glow.

And it’s not the drink talking.

There are creatives creating.

There are musicians making music.

There are resellers rebelling.

And me?

I’m walking through them.

Watching them live.

Watching them work.

Watching them love.

I can’t help it.

The city is alive.

And she’s a doozy.

I am Timi

– Abbey street, Dublin, September 2015 –