Luke of Dublin

A prince moves to Dublin and finds the dotted-lines of civilization diet.

A tale set in Ireland about the serendipity of the imagination in this new age of great socialized discoveries. 

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Luke moved from Algeria to Dublin (Ireland) and bought a small apartment in a nice part of the tourist-trafficked city with his princely-inherited fortunes. He rode his bicycle around by day and worked on his laptop at night writing short-stories on a writing forum and on weekends as a bistro waiter to make small personal life payments/utilities. Dublin became a nice city for the 30-something Luke to explore his newfound sense of worldly imagination.

Luke went to college in America, where he studied poly-sci at Dartmouth (Ivy League) before returning to his native-nation of Algeria to write for a radical newspaper about his education in Fanonian literature regarding the FLN resistance against French rule in Algeria. He decided to then use his prince-inherited money to transport to Dublin (Ireland) and take in more of the worldly intrigue surrounding globalism traffic, since Irish-Catholic 'culture' had become a civilization phenomenon of much traffic intrigue. Luke found himself suddenly becoming a 'nerdist' of human traffic in Dublin.

He went online and started collecting modernism-symbolic/reflective toys and items such as see-through toy water-rifles, talking clocks, robotic penguins, and metal flowers. He sometimes spray-painted his metal flowers green or red. He made his Dublin apartment a reflective symbol of his enduring fascination with the treasures of modern civilization intelligence.

In his Dublin (Ireland) apartment, Luke read much history-works online about the longstanding Irish struggle against British rule culminating in the official 'partition' of Ireland in the 20th Century, with various forms of guerrilla-intelligence/terror arising in 'Northern Ireland' (capital: Belfast) as a reaction to enduring forms of British policy in Irish-Catholic areas and wondered if all his comforts in Dublin (Ireland) somehow reflected the 'disparity' of life-economics in Western/modern civilization!

He decided to go to a music-concert in Dublin that summer to see an iconic Western/American rock-band with Irish roots who'd returned to their native Ireland after finding much media/worldly success in the United States. At this concert, Luke met a gorgeous Irish woman named Shelbye.

LUKE: I talk to this bird on the street outside my Dublin apartment regularly.

SHELBYE: Wow, so does this bird just 'regularly' perch on the same-street area for you to find?

LUKE: Yeah, the bird's always there, well I mean, the bird's there like 3-5 times a week in the afternoon!

SHELBYE: Have you given your random bird-friend a name for good relations, dear Luke?

LUKE: No, but now I'm thinkin' I'm naming the bird...Shelbye!

SHELBYE: Sounds flattering, sweets, but how'd you know it's a 'girl' bird, man?

LUKE: Well...'Shelbye' could be a man's name, couldn't it, Shelbye?

Shelbye moved into Luke's Dublin apartment and he bought a terrific stereo-music system for her to enjoy classical Irish and Algerian music with him. They'd become invested in reading works of literature together, including those of James Joyce, Herman Melville, and Mary Shelley. This was the lyrical life he sought in Dublin after all.

SHELBYE: Where'd you get all these diamond, dear Luke?

LUKE: Let's just say...I found them in a 'depository' in Belfast...from a 'pal' of United Kingdom desperados.

SHELBYE: So, you're a James Bond or something, after all?
LUKE: Well, this diamond-gift (to you, Shelbye) signifies my 'secret' work as a gem-dragon in Northern Ireland.

SHELBYE: They're just...lovely.

Luke of Dublin (Ireland) married Shelbye, and he started making online blogs alongside his short-stories about the richness of culture-exposure in this new era of politics-driven commerce and culture-exchange. He'd read about groups like FIRA and the Friends of Humanity and what they'd revealed to him about the 'strange magic' of doorways.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)