Tell me the truth, has this place ever existed or I just have imagined it?
Some people say that the memory is just a fraud... and I was trapped inside it.
Really, this house, has always been so sad?
I'm sitting in the small living room waiting for the wolf to blow off the straw.
Really... the grocery man across the street was always such a bad person?
The snowman's life on my car's hood didn't last a single day ...
...In my bathtub lives a pain that's still waiting to be baptised....
Be honest.
Will this song ever make it to reach the girl I loved?
Her name is still written on the doorbell...
But I never knocked her door.
If someone would ask me what photography means to me... I would answer that taking photos makes me feel I'm capturing time.
Many have tried to turn back time, to stop time, to make time flow faster.. yet, it is something that noone has ever conquered. Heraclitus said, "All entities move and nothing remains still" , or "You cannot step twice into the same streams" and he was more than right. As the time goes by, every second life around us changes.
And so do we.
You can take a photo of a flower and that same flower will never be the same again.
And then... a camera comes and saves those little moments, that will always remain still, will a