Head Pictures From My Brain Hole
Looking back on the memories of my trip, the pictures that occasionally show up in my head when I’m thinking of something else - the traffic coming straight towards me as the cab tears by the tea fields, the countless men on bikes who seem to have no destination, the mountain passes that have a hidden corner of the world quality to them - the most amazing thing to me about them is that they are my memories. They are images in my head that I actually saw in person. None of them originated from a photojournalist’s camera, or from an epic movie. It’s a simple realization, but it still stuns me when I least expect it.
