color the era, film it is historical

If it weren't for images, what would we remember?
In the usual spring break fashion, I just went through countless old photos from times not that long ago, but that feel incredibly distant from me now. Although I know that each moment of my life, each person met and experience felt, has led to my life today, it still felt like worlds and lives far from mine were inscribed in those pictures. It's bittersweet to trace yourself through memories that way. Remembering so much good that couldn't last forever as no one instant can.

I've made myself so comfortable now. My life is so simple and easy, in the very way I hoped it could become and chose to make it. But to think of everything that came before-captured or left to abyss of time-feels like a dream. The people and the places all get lost in fiction when lives are encompassed by words and images, but at least we have those tales.