On the Road to Syracuse – The Factory’s Last Days
After leaving the church, we kept heading toward Syracuse, but somewhere between cities, a familiar silhouette rose on the horizon — an old factory I hadn’t seen since 2015.I remembered...
On the Road to Syracuse – The Factory’s Last Days
After leaving the church, we kept heading toward Syracuse, but somewhere between cities, a familiar silhouette rose on the horizon — an old factory I hadn’t seen since 2015.I remembered...
Stillness Under Painted Ceilings
We were sunburnt and half-delirious from the rooftop of a forgotten warehouse when we spotted it.A gothic spire in the distance.Boarded windows.A silhouette of faith abandoned. Curiosity took the wheel.And...
Stillness Under Painted Ceilings
We were sunburnt and half-delirious from the rooftop of a forgotten warehouse when we spotted it.A gothic spire in the distance.Boarded windows.A silhouette of faith abandoned. Curiosity took the wheel.And...
Somewhere Industrial — The Forbidden Gallery
After crawling through the remains of the last shattered factory (see previous blog), we kept moving — chasing that next forgotten beast. The road led us straight into the industrial...
Somewhere Industrial — The Forbidden Gallery
After crawling through the remains of the last shattered factory (see previous blog), we kept moving — chasing that next forgotten beast. The road led us straight into the industrial...
We didn’t plan this stop. But the building spoke.
After a sleepless night strung between a tent and a soggy hammock, we left before the sun finished rising. Not heroic. Just cold, damp, and done. We hit the road...
We didn’t plan this stop. But the building spoke.
After a sleepless night strung between a tent and a soggy hammock, we left before the sun finished rising. Not heroic. Just cold, damp, and done. We hit the road...
Night One: Hammocks, Cops, and Amber Alerts
Our first night on this roadtrip was... well, unforgettable. The sun was already down. By the time we left the ghost village of Frontier Town, it was 1:30 a.m. —...
Night One: Hammocks, Cops, and Amber Alerts
Our first night on this roadtrip was... well, unforgettable. The sun was already down. By the time we left the ghost village of Frontier Town, it was 1:30 a.m. —...
FRONTIER TOWN – Fading Myths in the Catskills
First Fragment — July 19, 2025 There’s something surreal about walking into a ghost town at night. The silence. The rot. The way the trees seem to hold their breath...
FRONTIER TOWN – Fading Myths in the Catskills
First Fragment — July 19, 2025 There’s something surreal about walking into a ghost town at night. The silence. The rot. The way the trees seem to hold their breath...