Tonight I have been looking through old photos. I hate to do it. Those kind of emotions that get stirred up are pretty hard for me to manage. I have so many incredible stories. As I am getting older, I am forgetting some of them and that scares me more than anything else. Old lovers, old shows, experiences, people I will never see again, tears, lifetimes... ouch.
I am a traveler. I have always been. I may not be famous yet but I have traveled on my own dime as though I were. The year I was 19, I walked aboard 27 airplanes. I forget all of the places I have been. I often walk off a plane into an airport and I'm like "Oh, yea. I remember that fucked up water fountain. I've been to Detroit."
I need to start carrying my camera again when I travel. Social media photos have no nostalgia to me. I have no idea why that is but I don't feel the same when I look at them as when I look at a real photo. I have missed some great experiences with my beloved camera.
My life has been so wonderful. I can't begin to tell you. Shit hurts tho. It moves so damn fast. I need another lifetime just to think about what I've already done. Yet, there's no time for that. Memories are made every moment. Don't forget your camera and your journal.