Faint memories.

As I go on throughout my life, I can feel my memories leaving me. Nothing is really as clear as it used to be. Thoughts become fogged, ideas lose their relevance.

Thinking about this concept makes me sad. It is discouraging to know someday we will forget something we really valued. But at the same time that faintness of mind is what makes a memory beautiful I suppose. Easily made, easily lost.

Perhaps this is the reason I decided to spend my entire education and subsequently my entire life capturing and preserving things I see and value. Perhaps I emotionally can't deal with the concept of forgetting. Or perhaps I just want forgetting to cease to exist.

Trying to critically analyze why I do things is hard because I feel that photography comes naturally for me. So this must mean that it is my natural tendency to fear the loss, because I want to capture and preserve the would-be lost.


This is all.