On my way to and from work, no matter which way I travel – by busy Luas or slightly-rushed foot – I pass building sites. A new layer to Dublin is being built before my eyes, or sometimes, like with the former Camden Street dingy hostel that’s to become a Wetherspoon’s Hotel, is being assembled while hidden behind a gigantic white sheath. I expect one day I’ll walk down that street, wait ages as usual to cross the road, and the new hotel will jump out at me and shout: ‘Surprise!’ I don’t really like that Dublin is changing; that … Continue reading Are we there yet? Sharon Van Etten’s ‘Seventeen’, a disappearing Dublin, and me