Moments that never were.
Fiat lux, captura
See a moment snatched from time’s grasp.
A shutter’s blink conceals a sleight of hand.
And the prestige? An echo of no sound,
the reflection of a moment that never actually happened.
A picture as proof of its own non-existence.
A facsimile of what was seen by no eye
of a reality experienced by no person.
It is the crafted memory of no one, seen by all.
Projects:
Moments that never were?
If the only “one” who saw what the camera saw was the camera, who’s to say it happened at all?