I once carried a compact camera with me, pretty much wherever I went. Photographed this and that, without giving it much thought, just pointed the camera at whatever caught my interest, whatever the reason. Later I started organizing the photos, reckognizing, not a theme, more like a certain tone, something that resonated without properly presenting itself.
I called them 7.1mm, the photos. At the time they were the current project, the one I had plans for. Then they got lost somewhere on a hard drive, forgotten, as did the plan. It would be nice to someday print them, small if not tiny, and put them in an album. Old–school album, kept in a book shelf. One day.