i always have the feeling that if you can't remember something, it is like you've never experienced it
i started writing diaries when i was 11. i wrote almost every day and over the years it became some sort of a hobby. i haven't stopped ever since and when i discovered photography at the age of 16 i realized how important pictures are within the process of remembering something. if you think back to a certain time in your life you often just have some sort of snapshots in your head - like film stills from this yet unfinished movie of your own life - and words are just kind of an assistance to evoke these film stills again. so i started to see taking photographs as another way of documenting my life.
in this online poetic diary i want to share some of these photographs and i also wanna write down the memories that come to my mind when i look at them.
what's important about these memories is that within all those years of writing and rereading my own diaries i realized how often i remembered something wrong. mostly just small details (the colour of a wallpaper in a café or the name of a street) but sometimes my mind also really palliated a memory.
and since it's generally impossible to write down every detail of your life i thought that maybe all our remembrances are slightly amended. that within our memories we are somehow daydreaming our life the way we want it to be.
if so, all those million snapshots in my head would become film stills from my daydreams.