cradles of madness
life is fun as much painful it is. even now i can feel the different pains that i am having. this huge living thing perhaps if be all bones would be lighter to carry but it is not, it is very much flesh and blood. the pains never cease. even laughing and smiling are painful. i always have an ache in my cheeks if i smile a lot. much is known today, for it is the age of clicking pictures, photographs are painful. i have never liked them. but i have wanted myself in them. photos are troublesome. here, there. smile, light, camera, red eye. photography is a cradle of madness. much like showing your bloody face to the world is! hoping for a like, a smile and a compliment then shying away from taking in, sometimes being pompous, at others being modest and accepting with a polite thank you.
the camera is like a child in his madness wanting to take every image in. no matter what makes sense and what does not.then following up every appearance is difficult. plus, we never know what we want. a cheese, a click? i would rather have cheese to eat and click my tongue against photography. well, not exactly. i am a partner in crime. a victim of the age. and a silent expectant of this child in cradle of madness. then, what the camera GENERATES are images. it REPRODUCES what's on the face of the world. it distorts, beautifies, makes ugly... does all kind of things to you so that if you keep on looking at your photos you will forget your real face because it changes everyday. like a parent, it can never produce the exact replica of what you are but tries to achieve a close resemblance.
the camera is like a child in his madness wanting to take every image in. no matter what makes sense and what does not.then following up every appearance is difficult. plus, we never know what we want. a cheese, a click? i would rather have cheese to eat and click my tongue against photography. well, not exactly. i am a partner in crime. a victim of the age. and a silent expectant of this child in cradle of madness. then, what the camera GENERATES are images. it REPRODUCES what's on the face of the world. it distorts, beautifies, makes ugly... does all kind of things to you so that if you keep on looking at your photos you will forget your real face because it changes everyday. like a parent, it can never produce the exact replica of what you are but tries to achieve a close resemblance.
but some say photographs remind you of the times, they capture memories. ha ha! if you forget a memory, buddy, no picture can remind you of that what's lost. but yes, they pass the time. and people smile only if artificially but for a picture's sake. so like the cradle of madness, lets sleep in it, wake in it and play in it forgetting what life is about. life is too painful to bear with anyways so let's forget that. smile. say cheese. click. what next? a like and a comment on fb! :P
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