Memento
Photographs are interesting in terms of representing a truth, a being, a place.
When I had the real thing in front of me I thought the photograph was incapable of capturing anything of real value. I would look at the photograph and think, "yes, this looks like a representation of him, but it doesn't capture how he really appears to me". The photograph was missing something fundamental, and difficult to define.
Now that all my eyes have to cling to are these finite images, they have very suddenly become precious. Does this mean my experience of memory now will become all the poorer with this substitute? Memory itself is changeable and deteriorates over time.
Who would look at a photograph of a sky when they are sitting out beneath its glory? No photograph can capture something so magnificent.
But what about when you are closed in a windowless room for an indefinite stretch of time?
When I had the real thing in front of me I thought the photograph was incapable of capturing anything of real value. I would look at the photograph and think, "yes, this looks like a representation of him, but it doesn't capture how he really appears to me". The photograph was missing something fundamental, and difficult to define.
Now that all my eyes have to cling to are these finite images, they have very suddenly become precious. Does this mean my experience of memory now will become all the poorer with this substitute? Memory itself is changeable and deteriorates over time.
Who would look at a photograph of a sky when they are sitting out beneath its glory? No photograph can capture something so magnificent.
But what about when you are closed in a windowless room for an indefinite stretch of time?