camera lucida

I stood there last night, snapping photos in my mind as the show unfolded before me. Look. Snap. Look. Snap. The beat shook the floor and the treble pierced my ears, yet there I stood, motionless, setting shutter speeds, apertures, and rear curtain syncs in my mind as I snapped away.

I envy those that trade in the currency of raw emotion, that can supercharge a room with the force of their personality. Thousands of watts of electrical amplification can’t hurt, of course. But there’s a raw nerve that they can touch that I can’t - or can’t imagine being able to do with my words. I hope to get there one day...

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