When I look through old photos now, there's a feeling of surrealism in them all. My mother sitting on the subway, sandwiched in between strangers. Snapshots of busy Chinatown streets. My friends hunched over a giant pizza together under neon lights. This pandemic has retroactively transformed memories of the mundane into science fiction images: Everything that came before it seems, at least for the time being, like a relic of times past and strange. I can't believe that we used to cook and eat together, laugh and dance together, roll around touching and kissing each other. These are photos that seems extra surreal to me when I look at them. They're images I took long ago of things I miss now and which I hope to be reunited with soon.