At this moment, however, the unreproducible beauty of picture and sound has disappeared, and the present moment has no full meaning.
More poets and singers have never appeared before the camera, and their strange and interesting performances exist only vaguely in the memory of some old people, or have been forgotten forever, as if they had never appeared. This is indeed a bit sad for a true artist; but it opens up endless possibilities for imagination. At a certain moment, a certain thought, once burned like a flame. What it leaves to others is just a color, but what it invests is its own soul.
Very skeptical that when they perform, knowing that they are also facing the camera, their audience is not just these happy drunkards in front of them, they will be exposed to unknown crowds immediately or indefinitely, and they will What kind of mood and performance. You are always limited by yourself at a certain moment, and you can never get rid of it.
You are a collector, and when collecting becomes so easy, the act itself has lost its meaning.
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