2020, and the old photos kept me sane

During those early days of isolation, I learned that ‘you could hear a pin drop’ wasn't just an expression, it was practically the soundtrack, broken only by the click of a shutter. I started noticing something much smaller: the details in every corner, the small things we never seemed to enjoy because life moved too fast to see them. Everything felt frozen in time. That stillness, that silence, and the discovery that came with it, little by little, not just in the details, but in the freedom to travel, still tucked away in the stash of photos from before the shutdown.