memories are a funny thing.

when you see pictures of the past, don't they seem like they are from a past life? the cliche of having "chapters of our lives" is so true though. what happens to all those memories? they seem to be filed away in some obscure place in your mind and only come out again through sight and scents that bring you back to the past. memory triggers are such a trip especially, because they're so unexpected usually. and photos are just a good way to realize how weird you used to look.