I wrote another sort of melancholic instagram caption again... this time just thinking about digital images and how much I rely on them. After knowing I probably have dyspraxia, the memory/time perception/processing thing is making more sense now... a lot of what I think about in my ideas is about the fragility of human life and time slipping us by...
 |
I was looking at this picture of a cake I took in karuizawa, japan. it makes me sad.
|
|
caption:
what I like about digital images is that you cannot tell exactly when they were taken... I cannot even tell myself, how many years ago did this strawberry cake exist, then get eaten... all I possess from this image is the memory of wanting it, wanting to take that elegant, sparkling slice home... instead I took this photo, reflections and all, of the luxurious proportion of strawberry to cake... for Something Sweet to Look Back On...isn’t the process of image-sparking-memory wonderful... without pictures of the everyday I fear I am nothing... the permanence of digital images is comforting and fragile... I have not gone a day without taking a picture ever since I can remember... living a life of digital clutter, hm, people say to live in the moment but I never understood... if I did that, I’ll have the happiest Moment, but Nothing to look back on... my life will be over before I know it... so I’ll just clutch at pictures of memories and count each Moment as I believe them to have been, even if they are blurred... 🍰
