Sentimental Journey

I go through the photos I took during my travels between 1998 and 2008. One night, alone at home, I rearrange them as if putting together a photo album. Memory jumbles the dates, and I am merely a spectator to the images that appear: cities, encounters, anecdotes. I discover that the images are strikingly similar to one another, as if I were always taking the same photo.

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