A life without images
Although the images around me proliferated in recent years in particular, mine are rare. I do not have this tendency most of my contemporaries to try everything to capture an image. The only time I do take pictures at family events occur or when I'm tired of seeing the same picture of me on Facebook and I decided to take a new through Photobooth. (I'll still need to show that his strawberry on Facebook!)
But why so many missed opportunities to capture it all in pictures, so that encourages me everything? I guess my lack of talent in this area has much to do (and my awareness of this lack of talent ...). And I'm not so photogenic. When you approach a camera on me I freeze, I stiffened. There is nothing to do. Yet everyday, I'm very expressive. The proximity of the target liquid stuff. Maybe I am like those primitive fear of being robbed of their souls? I do not know. Or perhaps I am unable to bring myself to this downtime required for installation? I have often mentioned my problem with time. I hate the time of installation. It is a times that I hate most in the world.
Perhaps - and this I believe the most likely hypothesis - I want to deny that anything is going to disappear? Or rather, perhaps I am so obsessed with the inevitability of death that I can see it through the act of photographing. Take a photo, do not you scream, all this will disappear quickly, immortalisons it!
Maybe finally - and this is the other most likely hypothesis - - is it is a statement that what happened I do, that my subjectivity, my perceptions, feelings and thoughts they inspire in me are more important to me that their objectivity and that no image could not return them?
Still, I rather regret that Amelia and I have taken so few photos over the last 5 or 6 years ... So few pictures of us, so few pictures of cats - when Badria almost died last year, I regretted so bitterly for not having taken a picture of her last two years - and so few pictures from this shared life to three for just under two years ...
In recent times our relationship as it once was, when I felt the end approaching, he told me: "It's been so long since we have not taken pictures of us! This should be taken soon. On hearing this sentence, I wanted to die. We took so few pictures of us, but it was too late. I do not want to immortalize the moment. It is the culmination need immortalize and it was too late.
I just told him: "Yes, yes ... "
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