Today marks 112 years of the Sinking of the Titanic.
Something about this ship has a chokehold on me.
Maybe it's the stories, the well-known ones, and the ones less well known. Heroism and Cowardice.
Maybe it's the hubris of believing we'd beaten the ocean.
Maybe it's the fact it's a massive part of Irish History
Maybe I love the film an insane amount
Maybe it's how gorgeous she still is despite 112 years under the sea.
Or maybe it's the fact my dad had many books and it's always been something I can share with him.
Whichever way, Titanic is a part of my life, that may be weird but hey, there are worse things to be hyperfixated on.
Anyway, 1517 died 112 years ago because, amongst other things, Money and appearance meant more than lives.
Surprising how that never changes.