photography

i was trying to ignore it before but now it's become overwhelmingly clear that in this space, where i carry none of my personal belongings, i am extremely bored. outside of chatting, i don't know what to do with my time.

because what am i without the fleeting moments made eternal with a small flash of light, the delicate rattle of the shutter closing? memories and feelings that would've otherwise been buried in the back of your head indefinitely brought forth by one of the loveliest inventions there is? that in itself is art. even without paying close attention to the intricate arrangement of colors, where the light falls to form shadows, how far or how close the object of admiration is, what surrounds it and how clear it is and how each of these factors work together with psychology to paint a picture in your heart directly from your eyes.

an image evokes pure emotion even when it's a blurry shot of a hungry kiss and you're made to focus on the action rather than the components, even when it's your most unflattering yet candid laughter, even when it's a collection of rusty coins at the bottom of an well. art is so much more than a neat thing to stare at. you can't see all of it with your sight

all of this to say i miss my camera. sorry

if anyone knows of a spare camera lying around, or anyway i can acquire them, please please please please let me know!! i'll owe you a huge one forever