Some weeks ago now, a friend of mine was giving a talk on the meaning of life in the basement of the Hook & Ladder café on the corner of Henry Street and Sarsfield Street. I’ve been thinking about that evening ever since. It wasn’t the talk itself that burrowed under my skin (excellent though it was) but the group discussion that followed.
One of the men…
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