The other day Seneca accidentally erased my memory card SD card (reformatted it), this deleting all these photos I didn’t yet have a chance to look at and review. All this morning I’ve been wondering —

I wonder what were on that card, which photos I made?

That is, photography without memory is useless.

The photos or the thing itself?

Also, I know a lot of the photos that I shot which I were excited of were ironically enough, of Seneca. Yet still enough, I still really wanted to see the photos I had shot, and am still very curious about the photos.

Photography as memory-art.