Portal of absolute lunacy and hotbed of psychotic
dense legions of the disturbed appear, reappear and vanish
indiscriminately, hounded by invisible demons and caught eternally between the havens of Ranelagh
and Rathgar, longing to find their way home. "It's under the stairs in the Swan Centre!", I shouted, but to no avail. They just walked through me.
"Does this bus go to Rathmines?"
"No. NO. GOD NO! PLEASE. NOT THAT
PLACE. ANYWHERE BUT THAT
NOW. WHILE YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE. THEY WILL KILL YOU ALL. ALL OF YOU. FLEE! FLEE FOR YOUR DEAR LIVES!"