Everything has already been decided.
Nothing’s left to chance and there are no moments of organic emotion or
feelings caught off guard. We’re scrolling through our digital lives, mind
numbingly double tapping things that sort
of, not really, but maybe just a little bit grab our attention. Uploading
representations of our own watered-down documentations, we’re not capturing emotions
any more; we’re forcing an illusion based on the fragments of a moment’s
memory.
Where has all the beauty gone? Those raw
candid shots, the un-planned, un posed and un-captioned experiences that burn
right through to the microscope of people’s souls, their un-edited sense of
being.
Sometimes it’s nice to immerse yourself in
the creases created from a smile as a face scrunches up in the most perfectly
blissful way, laughing and completely unaware of the awe they have just created.
A hand, covering the secrets that the eyes guard and the cheeks are only too
happy to reveal, or the pure, harmonious aura of someone staring uncomplicatedly
into the eyes of their lover, capturing the creation as theirs souls intertwine.
Click to create, don't sell it short.
