This was the end of a cup of hot chocolate at M on one of our last nights in Budapest. The unassuming remains of a fantastic cup of conversation, goodness.
Similarly, I’ve been thinking about the things I leave behind.
Experiencing the every day and forging it into memory (or writing blog posts, curating photos) is a process of refinement, filtering. The colors, sounds, smells, tastes, and emotions of everything that happen to me are far more vibrant and cluttered than my eventual documentation lets on. It’s just that, by the time I preserve my memories, the most living moments have slipped away and what remains are poignant angles and precise stillnesses.
My life isn’t as black/white, unmoving/restrained, faraway/haunted as it seems in images. That’s just the aesthetic that I prefer to preserve and share.