Building a Mystery

Sometimes when I sit at my desk on rainy Saturday mornings and see the raindrops lining the bare tree branches I wish they would just stay there forever and everything around me would just come to a standstill. Maybe that's why people take on photography, to capture a moment in time and keep that moment, revisit it to relive that moment, publish it to share that moment and hang it up no walls to surround themselves in moments that were once. But then you slowly start capturing moments and letting go of memories, pushing aside your own lens and letting the machine do all the work. The charm of reminiscing a rush of emotions is slowly slipping away into the hands of applied science which builds us a mystical collage of events. Some days I just wish to walk down a road without carrying anything in my hand except the feeling of blood rushing to my fingertips. Not having to look for a picturesque photograph in every blink and taking with me a trail of every step I took. The feeling of just absorbing and not conceptualizing.