a picture to match

“Woah look everybody.”

“Call the newspapers…”

“He’s baaack!”

No no no, please hold your horses, I’m just passing through.

“Aaaaw”

Yes, I know it’s a shame. Come on, move along. Nothing to see here. Just another promising blog that went up in smoke. Byebye thanks for reading. Have a good one.

Oh you are right we do have to meet up someday. I’ll call you… Bye bye.

Heh… I think they are gone. Nice and quiet now.

Oh hey you. Nice to see you again. Didn’t notice you here. You’re getting quite good in sneaking up on me are you? This may sound cheesy, but do you still come here often?

Yeah I know, I’m here too... every once and a while. It’s hard to say goodbye to this blog. Perhaps it’s not finished yet. Shall we give it another go? No daily, weekly, or monthly update. Just a quick exchange of ideas and then back to our own lives. Would you like that?   

Great, where were we?

Oh don’t mind me browsing my phone. I know it’s anti social, but I’m just looking at a few pictures.

It’s a strange concept, isn’t it? We take pictures for the memories of tomorrow. Some images we show to the world (like foodies, footsies, shelfies and drunkies… yuck). Others we keep for ourselves. The ones that can only have a meaning to one person or to kindred hearts. For some a picture can create an entire story in your head, if only you’d allow to see it: the dragons in the clouds, the smiles behind the masks, the history in a rock formation…

But how long do we glance at those pictures? How many times have you looked at the photo's of your last journey? More and more we live through the eye of a camera. And while we do this, we lose the momentum. Instead of joining in the conga, we take a picture because it would look good on our wall.  But as we look up from our devices, the conga has passed and we are left with only an image. Or maybe we fear that others may snap a picture of us joining in the dance, acting crazy.
Thanks to technology we can connect with all our social circles, no matter where we are, no matter at what time. And still we are more disconnected from right here and right now. Even with me writing this and you reading it; we are both anywhere but here and now. So don’t mind the pictures, mind the crazyness, mind the people... mind the momentum.

See you again dear reader. Someday.