To be perfectly honest, it’s always a cycle. I don’t quite care since I don’t use it often enough – seems a pity that I let go – the more I look at it, the precious it seems (cues my preciousssssssss)- it’s my memories after all – but can memories be eaten – the moments captured can never return – are moments captured truly representative of the moment at that point of time?
I always don’t have an answer to anything, and year after year. I would pay the fees to maintain what I term as my memory (My real memory however largely cannot be trusted). I am buying space on the world wide web to keep memories, that I don’t think is going to matter 10 years down the road.
Every year, when I pay, I have hopes for this place, and hope turns into nothing but a lie that justifies the price that I am paying to upkeep this place.
Alot of times, the real moments are often not recorded through the lens, but recorded through the eyes. The warmth of interaction cannot be captured through the lens. The last thing that ever crossed my mind when I was talking to someone close, was to raise my camera to capture them.
It was like a sacred interaction that shouldn’t be interrupted by the third party.
Alot of images are often intentional, chosen ones are curated.
Sometimes, I don’t truly understand the joy of using the camera anymore. I don’t understand the real intention of expressing anymore.
At this point, I don’t quite see the point of having this place to write anymore.
Hiam 