I’ve been nestled in my quiet, lately. Not in a hopelessly dark sort of way. What I feel is quiet acceptance that these moments, right now, are reality. Cancer fucking sucks. That’s a… Continue reading
Here’s another instalment of my late paternal grandfather’s photos that he took during World War II, while serving as a crew member aboard the HMCS Orkney K448.
We were on a mission; exploring the night. Or nights, as it were. The endless nights of the Multiverse. Armed only with our intrepid curiosity and the ability to capture moments in time.
When the melancholy blooms, I turn to my Black and White Time Machine for a soft poke to my brain. Here’s a handful of handsome mystery men; their stories unknown.