URBANISM | PHOTOGRAPHY | BELGIUM
How my recent visit to Antwerp came as a shock
(a game of framing and unframing memories)
One of the perks of living a nomad life is that one is endowed with practice in the art of leaving behind places one calls home.
Leaving behind and letting go is one of the great skills of life. There is nothing more counterproductive to living your life than holding on. After all, life itself is a process of constant change and evolution and adaptation. If we cannot let go of our childhood, life will solve that problem for us soon enough. If you want to hold on to being a youthful, healthy, good-looking and powerful young adult, good luck to you, but win that battle you won’t.
I know. Perhaps this makes you think of the finality of life itself. You mustn’t get sad when you read this though — and if you imagine the writer of the present piece to be an old and ugly, depressed and disillusioned kind of miser, please correct that image immediately.
Because among the greatest joys in life is having chances to pay a visit to places you call home. It starts with cherished memories and weirdly satisfying, painful longing. Then comes the pangs of anticipation. The thrill when you book your flight tickets, strangely mentioning what you feel is your…
