Cur síos
Tagann cuairteoir chuig an doras lá. Tagann sé isteach sa teach. Cuireann sé faoi. Leanann a chairde é. Glacann siad seilbh. Ar an teach. Ar shaol. Ar samhlaíocht. Ar mheabhair. Glacann siad seilbh ar chomharsanacht. Ar chathair. Ar an saol. Cé hiad féin? Coimhthígh a fhreagraíonn don choimhthíos úirbeach ionainn féin. Miotas uirbeach é seo, radharc ó thaobh an halla den bhosca poist. Fágann sé ár mbéal ar leathadh. Seachain. Ná bíodh sé ar leathadh rófhada, nó preabfaidh cuairteoirí isteach. Gan cuireadh. Gan iarraidh. Agus ná freagair an doras, mura bhfuil a fhios agat cé atá ann!
A visitor comes to the door one day. He enters the house. Makes himself comfortable. His friends follow. They take over everything, the house, people’s lives, imagination, sanity. They take over the neighbourhood. The city. All life. Who are they? A response to the urban challenge within us all. This is an urban legend, a view from the hall side of the letterbox. It leaves us open-mouthed. Beware. Don’t be open-mouthed for long, or visitors will pounce in. Without being invited. Without being asked.
And don’t answer the door unless you know who’s there!
Íocaíocht & Slándáil
Déantar do chuid sonraí íocaíochta a phróiseáil go slán. Ní dhéanann muid sonraí cártaí creidmheasa a stóráil agus níl aon rochtain againn ar shonraí a bhaineann le do chárta creidmheasa.