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Author: Ouyang Yingji
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Publish Date: 2004-12-01
Features: Unique travel discoveries and alternative visual memories. Travel is a form of reminiscence, or memories are traveling. When young, it's the best time for travel, whether near or far. It seems that only beyond the confines of home is life real. Full of blood and sweat, one can't help but take photos to remember. Familiar public confirms that one truly exists and has ventured. Everyone preserves travel memories differently. Writing down the entire travel experience with words is one way, while documenting people and things along the way with photos is also a simple method. Ouyang Yingji, using his expertise in images and words, presents a traveler's map since 1985.
Stories told through images, one image following another, moving us (or being moved by the images). We travel for just one image, touching the image that moves us. During the journey, we are amazed by the world's landscapes we've never seen before, gradually immersing ourselves in all the scenes, contemplating the shapes of memories.
Non-linear travel whispers, slice-of-life travel confessions. Ouyang Yingji's concise narration of unfamiliar landscapes slowly condenses the emotional energy of travel into this small book, inviting readers on a journey of inner exploration.
Travel is, in fact, a form of reminiscence. To say this might sound a bit disappointing? Whether driven by adventure or leisure, the fantasies and impulses about the destination and beyond it are suddenly put on hold, frozen in an icebox, motion turning to stillness. Because during the journey, every second is real, not just an adventure, nor necessarily enjoyment. Instead, it's only after returning home, in some future moment, that the mind rapidly scans memories, automatically cutting out the chaos of people and events during the trip, leaving only the good times and beautiful scenes. The places seen, the things eaten, the sleep experienced—repeatedly adding points in, a forgetful person like me often turns bad experiences into good ones. No wonder everyone thinks I'm optimistic.
That's why I dare to write travel logs of both the distant past and the recent. Taking responsibility for one's own feelings is, after all, part of the job. Moreover, most travelers don't take responsibility. Even if one tries hard, it's still just passing through. There's no need to pretend to have seen it all, for dust and fatigue are not good for the skin.
Still, in the end, travel is necessary. Only the ordinary people like us can recall through experience—remembrance, after all, is also a form of travel.