Crime of Capture

A moment is fleeting. A moment is gone. A moment stays. A moment is lost. A moment is captured. A moment no more.

A slice of time.

A moment to regard a moment.

A moment remembered. A moment avoided.

What happens to those moments we replace? Those moments we neglect by pasting over.

With moments past. With moments of others. With moments untrue.

Without the moment at hand.

A life becomes a collection.

A mirror too hidden to be reflected on

A collection of lives.

Transforming the moment at hand.

A moment that is true.

Where did these memories come from? How much have they been impressed?

A moment delivered. A moment forgotten.

My regards.

A slice of life.

Fleeting are these moments. They must all go. Should a moment stay, it will be lost. Should a moment be captured, it will no longer be.