I like photographs. Some monochrome, some pop in color, some polaroids, just like people. Then I see people in it. People with children, children with toys, toys I used to hold. I walk through the pictures, and.… I see dogs, cats, cows, roads, buildings rising on them, windows within, window sills, and there I see dust, dust settled on that. And then I think, and then I pause, which one is older, the dust that settled, or the photograph I am holding? I guess my memories. Just through the pile of photographs, I come across one, one with the traffic light on it, signalling red—asking me to stay, stay on hold for sometime. Asking me to release my legs from the clutch and the brakes, turn off the engine, and just sit back and relax. For two minutes. I guess today is my two minutes. And my photographs, red signal. And me not waiting for it to turn green.
“The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.”
~ Andy Warhol
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