[sketches in a moleskine]

I finally got around to visiting my granddad today, he’s been in a nursing home for a good few months now. Reaching a century, he’s still as tough as I remember him, sure he’s got a few more wrinkles on his face, but I was still staring at the same man that used to tell me stories about the Korean war, how he managed as a lieutenant to get through 1950-53 without having to pull his trigger, about working as a milk boy while studying at a prestigious university in Japan during the Japanese colonisation of Korea. Now that I think of it I was probably only about 5 when I pressed him about the war, a lot has come and gone since then, namely my naivety. But I’d still like to remember the story as is.

More photos from my visit here.