Black and white monochrome. Saturations of color that dance in our eyes. The recents that make us laugh and the fadeds that draws slight smiles. The good times and the bad. Times long gone, unable to return forever. Times we wished we had printed in gloss papers. The far and the near. That one-way course that history we cannot remember all of that 35mm that 120 that CF.
Grains and scratches, blurs and warps. Moments caught on sensor tells the story of what was, and who did. The places we go, and the people we meet along the way. The people we forget to remember, the people we remember always to forget. The story behind that smile, that frown, that grin. The way one looks at another, and they way one gets it back. The discard of old and the start of new. The creation. The have beens and the haven't beens. Friends families significant others. At every fork we choose and at every choice we live.
Time has gone by. Life has been lived. Paths crossed and people met. Future became present and present became past. The sun rises and sets. And the sun rises again and sets again. We look back at what we have done. Planted a tree. Built a house. Met a special person. Started a life. Watched them grow up and out of our hands. Watched them start a life.
The coffee shop that was there. The building we worked in. The little street we walked pass. The bus stop where we waited for the bus that never arrived. The corner we learnt to smoke. The lady that made the best noodles. The driving instructor who passed away. That horse machine. That snooker table. The teacher who taught us. The teacher who caught us skipping school. The book that educated us. The people we gave it to after so he could be educated too. The people we meet through classes and drinks and karaokes and smokes and climbings and kayakings and trekkings. The people we were close to, and are no longer in contact with. The people who stuck by when the going got tough. The people who were there when it was good.
Life in Still Motion is the movement we see before and after the picture. The things we said, the reason we were there. The people we chose to surround us with. The people who were left out. What we did before and what happened after. The places we would return to but never again feel the same joy as we did when the picture was taken. The smell of that restaurant that will linger in our heads even after years. The sounds of chatter that will still ring in our ears even in silence. The person we wished we could ask out and the person we wished we had the guts to talk to.
You're stranded
You're all over the place
The car's dead
You're a million miles from grace
The morning
Has taken over your face
But in darkness
You worked your way through the maze
The sand grains
I felt them under my shoes
Suspended
I could have sworn you were here
Untimely
When you were taken from me
Now I'm stranded
Kettle's unstable
Black and white round-abouts
Still as water
Movement in no motion
Little sunny little dry
Faded into background
Sounds of laughter
Silence all over
Then you can take it from me
For all that I couldn't see
When you regret it crying over and over again
Still life's all you retain
Deceptive
When the picture is not told
The right way
As how the stories unfold
In silver
Markings of lifetime exposed
In ways that
Is positively nothing
The sound drains
I heard them under my sheets
Expired
No longer feel those heartbeats
Unkindly
Then you were taken from me
Now I'm stranded, I'm stranded
Kettle's unstable
Black and white round-abouts
Still as water
Movement in no motion
Little sunny little dry
Faded into background
Sounds of laughter
Silence all over
Then you can take it from me
For all that I couldn't see
When you regret it crying over and over again
Still life's all you retain
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