You'll notice I've titled this post 'Photos' but there are no photos.
I was just now thinking of the constant activity of my brain as this: Someone is constantly passing me photos and asking me to look at them. My brain is constantly handing me images and asking me to look at them. "Look at them. Watch the story of each unfold. Let it take over your entire attention. Dwell on it. Wallow in it. Fume over it."