Looking

I kept a section of this journal just for found images—visual bookmarking, basically. A photo of Keeley Hazell in a bathtub, a moment caught on a New York street, a Mark Twain line I’d never noticed before. The appeal was entirely in the looking itself, no context or lesson needed. Just here’s something I found. Here’s a moment. The feed rolled constantly, new images arriving every time you checked back. That’s what pulls you back to anything like that, I think—the hunt never quite stops.