Where's the Feeling?

I think I'm losing it. It's a feeling of "lifelessness" to all this. Photos are but photos; memories cannot be reenacted.

This is so messed up[...] I'm tired of working on my photos because they lack...life and because they're only photos, the only reading material in my book and magazine collection I feel like reading is the stuff that I can't read, and I'm listening to American power metal. There is seriously something wrong.
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As for the photos, it's a feeling of lifelessness, that I've already looked at these so much that they've become "dead" - devoid of fresh thoughts or memories. No, it's not even the memories and the stories and the images -- it's the physical sensations, the freedom, and all the experiences that are yet to come. That's what's bugging me, because in the end these will become "just photos" that make no sense to anyone but me because there were reasons and stories behind why I took or asked people to take most of them. And these reasons and stories we inevitably forget. The photos are no longer for me but for other people.

I'm trying, ok?

Helsinki stuff should be two more pages ("nifty old mansions along the railroad on the way to Linnanmäki", and "totally not enough photos of Linnanmäki"). See, there's so much of it even though I was only there for a week.

I've been putting off doing the remaining Uni stuff & sauna pics because it's just too much... argh-those-other-students.

   

Interesting Trivia:
Looks like our favourite photographer visited the flower exhibit in Turku the day before I was there. Photo 1 | Photo 2 | Photo 3