From My Time

While you're trying to make a perfection of something, "perfect" things in their time can be forgotten, makes me want to ask, what is considered as time?
If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away. What about images, since the technology is changing and developing constantly, how do we not evaluate them in their own time and what kind of "time" is that? When we look at a photograph that was taken twenty years ago, we can judge it by the technique of analogue film cameras and the printing techniques which takes reasonable "time" in photoshop now. But maybe our perception goes to another level, we judge it by the feeling it gives us. How can a feeling be defined by time? If you don't remember a feeling, it means it dissolved, it doesn't mean anything to you anymore. Anything that you define by time would not give you real satisfaction. Eating fast due to your lunch hours, your meeting with a friend in a definite time cause you need to go somewhere else, a definite time of world traveling. And anything you do with love takes indefinite time, that is real, that would spread and cover the entire universe, which is yours, definitely!

Taken in East London, 19 March 2010, 12:00 am at S&M.