I’ve found myself swimming through old photos (Japan, here) in muted tones and monochromes. Closer to memory, curiously enough, because I can’t seem to recall the colours of those days. Something about greens, and blues, browns. And back-lit neon, coca-cola reds, and yellows, yellows like some fruit you can’t get at home.
What do you lose when you drop the colour from your memories? What do you gain?
A land of a thousand greys, is what someone told me about Japan.