There is this thought: photography at its most primitive translating the reflected light of the three-dimensional world as two-dimensional form, reducing what is real to what is representative, emblematic, symbolic. An aperture, an emulsion, and an image. 

There is this thought, too: maybe our brains work this way. Maybe most of our seeing is not perceiving each thing for its specific self, but comparing it to the catalog of images in our minds, instantly and unconsciously assigning it to a category.