While walking down an unfamiliar street one day, you stumble across a shoebox lying in the middle of a sidewalk. A photo is sticking out it’s side. Out of curiosity you bend over to examine it further. The photograph is worn, black and white, creased and the content is strange, unfamiliar, bizarre. Inside are a stack of old photographs. Each one more bizarre than the previous. Who were these people? What on Earth were they doing? What happened to them? Where are they now? We may never know. All we can do is examine them, and wonder. Sometimes the fun is in not knowing.