Our brain is such a complex matter that stores memory in mysterious ways we can't explain as we have the privilege to turn it into a tangible object, with the intention of preserving the memory through a piece of glass projected onto film. Photography had been a skill, acquired by very few and appreciated by many, well until the arrival of digital photography. The way we view photography now is so short-lived and casual. It no longer holds as much value as it did before, unless it depicts moments that we cannot go back to. The era of camera phones made it worse. People tend to snap photos nonchalantly without having any emotional attachment to it, and I too, am guilty of that.
Photos and their memories. The dividing line is such a blur now, to be honest. I barely have feelings attached when I see past photos that is supposedly to have conjured up stirred emotions. Photos now seems to depict unreal memories. Everything seems so fake. Like a smile which was actually hiding pain and sadness. And an insane party, which was actually boring. I think we all know what's it really about when we were there.
Of late, however, I've been having out-of-body experiences, where I was transported (in my mind) to another world where it's less plastic and I was surrounded by things I truly love. My mind started conjuring sporadic thoughts that now, reality and fantasy seems like such a blur. I've been angry, pissy and annoyed at how fake this world has started to become and I'm getting sick of being surrounded by it. Even my other half is starting to notice such changes in me where I've just been so negative about almost anything that I dislike. Daylight robberies, all these lying and untrue stories going around, the undeserving getting more credit than the deserving. I guess the world will never be fair. They said, "hard work and being real pays off"... I think that's gonna be a long way from here, or it has gone extinct, in such a materialistic and diplomatic times like these.
I wish I can just go back to my childhood, and be innocent all over again but for now, only memories I have is through seeing the photos, when everything else is just lost within the Grey Matter.