It's the way I see things.
Sometimes it overwhelms me.
It can be so small and everyday and seemingly inconsequential.
It's the angle of the light at a particular time of day.
Or the exact colour of a particular object at a specific moment.
Or an unexpected minute mirrored image.
It becomes an aesthetic imperative to stop whatever I am doing and pay attention.
It's the way I think.
I map memories in a visual cartography.