Sometimes you remember the simpler times and smile.
Sometimes there aren’t any simpler times to remember. At other times, there
just aren’t any smiles. With that thought in mind, she looked through the
photographs that had been quietly slumbering in the depths of her hard drive. She
went through them meticulously. Remembering, all the times that were captured
in photographs, she realised that she wished she had captured moments that she
needed to remember. These were things she had forgotten. These photographs had
no more meaning in her life than the tissue she had just ripped to shreds while
looking at them. She wished there was a way to capture emotions, tears,
stains...that sudden prick you get in your heart when you get hurt. Those she
would have loved to look at. And laugh. Laugh so hard. She needed a smile, and
the photographs didn’t help.
Photographs capture a moment in time. But moments in time are always frivolous in assuming significance, because the said significance, as well as the emotions they evoke, are always context-dependent. In that respect, memories do a better job of providing a continuum of consciousness. However, memories can be notoriously unreliable, and can often stir emotions that are not pleasant.
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