So I fell to another knee-jerk reaction. I was reading a thread about yet another member leaving SG for such and such reasons (eloquently put by the author, but I don't recall the words) and, in a reply to someone in that thread, someone else made mention of the fact that the other 'one didn't have a profile pic. Which in context made a bit of sense.
But it did put me at a disadvantage, seeing as I keep no pictures of any kind. (Except for one of my paternal grandmother, now deceased. That's for its own reasons.)
It's not that I dislike pictures or anything like that. I've just never kept them. Even when I've had them I haven't looked at them. I don't own a camera, I don't own a webcam, I don't have pictures of my friends or travels or significant others. I have drawings and letters and journal entries and memories, but no pictures.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that they freeze moments in time. That they try to immortalize things that are ephemeral, and objectify things that are, for me at least, more subjective and organic than subject to realistic portrayal.
Or maybe it's because I see little worth portraying in my own visage and experiences, except in words.
Maybe I prefer to blind my mind to what it already knows, and view images only of those things I don't have.
Emulsions as remote viewing.
But it did put me at a disadvantage, seeing as I keep no pictures of any kind. (Except for one of my paternal grandmother, now deceased. That's for its own reasons.)
It's not that I dislike pictures or anything like that. I've just never kept them. Even when I've had them I haven't looked at them. I don't own a camera, I don't own a webcam, I don't have pictures of my friends or travels or significant others. I have drawings and letters and journal entries and memories, but no pictures.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that they freeze moments in time. That they try to immortalize things that are ephemeral, and objectify things that are, for me at least, more subjective and organic than subject to realistic portrayal.
Or maybe it's because I see little worth portraying in my own visage and experiences, except in words.
Maybe I prefer to blind my mind to what it already knows, and view images only of those things I don't have.
Emulsions as remote viewing.
I, on the contrary, love pictures. In pictures I can fake a moment where I seem happy, I seem stable, I seem beautiful. On a glossy pedestal for strangers to see the world over and love me. Photographs are blissfully one dimensional, unlike cruel reality where a forced smile sparks no emotion within me. In reality where I am rotting inside my own pallid flesh, and a moment after the flash- I am crying once more.