Who makes the memories?

Do you know that every time you remember something, you change that memory somehow? It’s biology, when a neuronal path is accessed, it is strengthened in some way. It is amazing. You recall a story and before you have finished telling it, it is changed in your brain. Forever. No turning back. It is a bit biased now.

Think about it. Every time you go over and over a bad memory, you make it worse. It totally depends on your current mood. So… who made that memory? The one who you were when you lived that, or the one that you are every time you relive it?

How much can I change a memory if I carry it on?

PD: Thank you Sofi for your suggestions!!

Ready to bite the big apple

When I travel abroad, I sometimes feel like a little town boy. Scared of not being enough or not knowing enough. I am afraid of screwing it or getting completely lost. But, isn’t it the point of travelling at all?

So when I stepped on New York city I thought it would be… overwhelming. But it wasn’t. Is it huge? Absolutely. Is it full of skyscrapers? Yes, it is. Probably overcrowded and rushed. But in a strange way it felt like home.

Maybe I’m ready. Ready to finally live abroad. Ready to bite the big apple.

PD: Visiting New York is like visiting a movie, so that I loaded CineStill 800 in my old Leica M2. Hope you enjoy the grain and the overly contrasted tones :)