🎞️: Fuji C200
📷: Leica R6.2 with Summicron-R 35mm
Developed and scanned at Aperture Film Lab, Berlin
I turned 30 on Amsterdam. I had finished The Fall by Camus a couple weeks before and some monologues wandered my mind like uninvited ghosts. It was a fitting coincidence—the novel makes you forget that the city itself is also a character. A silent one, watching, observing... a "penitent-judge".
I had told myself that turning 30 would not be a remarkable milestone... but age gets you eventually. It forces you to reflect, and it’s impossible to resist the sound of the wistful river it paints inside you.
Do you remember what it was like? What it felt like? Where you were? Perhaps you do, or perhaps you don't. Maybe you've taken artistic liberties and tried to rewrite the past, but I must remind you: memory is made of shadows, and shadows are the eternal betrayers.
Time is relentless. It does not wait—not even for itself. It devours everything, and perhaps memory is all we have against its voracity.
Amsterdam was a wonderful trip. I searched for the Mexico City Bar, but I never found it.
“We're going forward, but nothing changes.” - Camus.