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Beneath the scattered echoes of a fading horizon, whispers of forgotten winds spiral through endless corridors of thought. Colors collapse into one another, blending memories with dreams that never quite belonged to either world. Time stumbles forward, hesitant, as if unsure whether the next second deserves to exist at all. Every heartbeat hums like distant thunder, resonating in quiet chambers where silence feels heavier than sound itself. Perhaps the universe hides its secrets not in stars, but in the subtle pause between footsteps, where meaning flickers just long enough to be missed.

Join me for a pint, hopefully not so far in the future, as you step in from the night air, past the smokers at...

Despite the high-blown rhetoric of some on the Catholic right and the populist fringes of political life, presumably nobody actually wishes to reunite the...

It’s a story in itself that it was quite shocking last week to see a minister stand up to her officials, but Minister of...

Character references and courtroom displays of support for convicted sex offenders are worthless, and serve no other purpose than to re-traumatise victims. They queued up...

There is another history of Ireland. Through their work, one group of historians has set a challenge to every parish in the land to...

Spanning 1,500 years of Irish life, and containing almost 11,000 biographies, the Dictionary of Irish Biography is now available free online. If all politics...

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For a year now Covid-19 has shown us how fragile our daily reality is, and some of us are finding comfort in conspiracy theories...

The Mother and Baby Homes Commission of Investigation Report was “an insult to the mothers”, and a further denial of justice, one survivor tells...