Création — Chapter Three.
A memory, an approval.
He lived only through his lenses.
He needed a click to breathe.
A capture to exist.
Une mesure pour être. Une preuve d’un moment. Une histoire à écrire.
As if reality
every interval
needed to be trapped.
A jail,
to be.
Henry saw a bird.
A momentum.
Light – check.
Angle – check.
A movement.
He pulled out his fancy camera.
Click.
The moment saved.
But the bird didn’t care.
Adeline didn’t require
a fancy camera
to live.
Her cake was beautiful,
waiting
for the perfect take.
Click.
Le gâteau est maintenant immortel. Mais l’assiette est vide.
The painter
sketching a sunflower.
Lines.
Colors.
But no
not quite alive yet.
Not approved yet.
Snap.
I’m not judging.
I do it too.
Because
le présent n’est jamais suffisant. Jamais vivant without a proof.
A memory.
A blessing.
Because
Sharing is survival.
Would you ever stop,
even for a second,
to actually
feel
the moment?
Because it will never
come back.
A memory
will never
equal
now.
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