Inadvertently looking back, I haven't posted a post for 10 years. It suddenly felt as if these ten years had disappeared inexplicably.
But I know it doesn't, it's in the lens. Some are their own stories recorded on their own machines, and most of them still lie on the hard drive. Most of them are the stories of others who are farther away from me recorded by others around me. They shine on screens of different sizes, and have been watched and commented on by people of all skin tones but only a small group of people.
It is a blessing to be a documentary writer. Those moments that can be turned into bytes are like words left on paper. After many years, I have filled the memory that I am tired of cell metabolism and gradually choose suicide. vacancy.
The sister said her memory has been getting worse since her parents died. I think this must be some kind of undetectable self-healing of the body.
My father is an old photographer, but his camera never had a chance to face him. In those days, film was too expensive, and only the big news in the eyes of the leaders was worth recording. Unlike now, a mobile phone can live stream any trivial life 24 hours a day. . I don't know if it was now that my father would have thought of using the camera to talk to his son across time and space, like Ward did to her daughter Sama. But I know my father didn't at that time.
For a while, I wanted to find myself by getting to know my father, but I naturally put it off after being thousands of miles away all the year round, and only had a simple awkward interview with him. So later I sometimes hate myself, why do I only have the old and widowed appearance of my father's last serious illness in my memory, not before, maybe because it was the last serious illness that made me approach with the DV in my hand father.
It is hard to imagine that the last time I photographed my father was more than seven years ago. Time can't stand back, whether it is exciting or dull, it slowly dissipates like a bubble. But there are also some, because they were filmed, they turned into a piece of cheese that could never be tasted. Although there are so many holes, I know that it really existed.
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