The violence of photography

Quick take a picture, 

that picture is the indisputable evidence, that the trip was made, that the program was carried out, that fun was had.

Well it may not explain much, but pictures are an inexhaustible invitation to speculation so by all means take that picture, post it let the world know that you've survived that sunrise, that coffee, that picknick.

But what do you mean you did not not intend to wear that blouse in a coquette way? No? It was a Ethel cain Americana way? Well just say it, you know how the Internet is, if you don't tag it in your supperspecific niece way it will reach wider audiences ultimately distorting the image of that thing and yours together with it.

Tag that photo, tag them people add that music, make sure for your post to be so unequiley you as it gets. 

Quick add the coquette tag, but people should know that you are not like other girls, no you are so much above, with that blood of yours being so different then the one of your counterparts.

So add more tags till it fully captures (in your eyes) what you are, but what is this...

Too niece? What do you mean your overcategorisation makes you, special little snowflake, look so much different then others, so much that you don't have a community anymore?

Atleast you're unique, don't let people know you feel hunger, that's too basic, unless it's photoshoot worthy.

God how much people would pay to see you eat and drink like a human, well not like a human, like an Instagram post, they'd salivate in green envy at your perfect filter.

And if no one would recognise that you just drank your coffee in a dark academia way, would it make a sound? Does non curated life cease to exist? 

Silly question. You wanna answer a hypocrit?

Ofcourse put that camera between you and the ocean, while you are unsure of other responses, give it shape and move on.

If there wouldn't be the camera, would you feel crushed by the weight if the moment, of the power it has over you, would you feel crushed in comparison to something that is so much more then you yourselfe are? Good thing you can stop yourselfe from feeling that way by looking at it through that tiny lens, god forbid it being too large, too powerfull, you have to fold it up in order to digest it.

But o God no don't just leave! You have to take a souvenir to be sure that it happened. You survived wearing that dress that made your hearth race, you did not die.

All of photografy is memento mori, you partake in someone's vulnerability by slicing and freezing that moment.

Proving that your biological timeline is filled with experiences deemed worthy, thanks for reminding us that inevitable fleeting towards the end point of the timeline, mortality itself.

You need your reality to be proven and experiences enhanced?

Good think that everything exists in order to be photographed.

Now take that picture of you surviving this post. 

Quick take *the* picture.

(Inspirated by Maria Popova's "Violence of photografy")