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TWM and I travel together (when there is no pandemic) but we remember different things. As far as I'm concerned, my memories seem amplified by photos: I remember where I was when I took them, I remember my state of mind, the temperature, the smells, while I systematically forget the airport details. It turns out that taking pictures gives me a lot of pleasure, but I don't know why.

* inspired by "Self-portrait" by Edouard Levé