Applied truth: The darkroom of truth | The Belt of Truth

Applied truth: The darkroom of truth | The Belt of Truth

There was something sacred about that small darkroom in my father’s house. During those custody visits with my dad, I recall slipping into a mysterious room filled with the faint scent of chemicals, the dim red glow, and the quiet hum of transformation. It wasn’t just a room — it was a portal where blurry, black-and-white film strips turned into full-color memories. My dad loved photography, and this was back in the ancient days before smartphon…