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“The sinking sun ripped shadows from everything, creating elongated skeletons of darkness that were almost comically menacing.” Here’s […]
When I was a student at the Silvermines National School in North Tipperary, we were brought on what […]
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Like so many others before and after him, Jörg Fauser was an outsider in Berlin. To this day, […]
Chris Campanioni is a New York based first generation American writer of Cuban and Polish descent. He recently […]
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Mark came through the rain towards the pub, its door still open at eleven o’clock. The straps of […]
Each day at Borders resembled the next. The daily roster was divided into one- and two-hour blocks. Section. […]
1953. Paris. Directors Chris Marker and Alain Resnais sit facing one another in a booth at La Closerie […]
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