Recovered

I left this draft here a few years ago….
now all I remember that these were photos from a memory card that was lost for 3 years and then miraculously recovered.
no such luck later, when my camera drowned (and almost so did I). those photos were gone.
but probably doesn’t really matter anymore even about these photos, as the years tick by, everything only exists in memory.
that October full moon, never to be forgotten, even though I’m quite sure its all gone now.
well, not the moon, literally, just the festivities, as they were.
old world charm and all that.
you know, because we westerners prefer to keep others in their rustic ancient ways, just so that we can snap cute photos that we can reminisce over in our comfortable, cozy, preferably air-conditioned apartments thousands of miles away.
actually, as it happens, I never know anymore what I was going to say 🙂
that’s why I stopped writing. no coherent thoughts at all.
and I know for a fact that it doesn’t happen to everybody who happens to live with a small child, but it did happen to me.
I regressed not only into a cavern of darkness and despair…. but also lost the words to talk about it.
anyway…. the photos. Luang Prabang was what it was, and I guess it is what it is, even now. I don’t ever look back.

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