When will the world stop? Will that be what it takes for me to take my lens and pry it from the casing, making a mask for my face to forever be behind it; to see life as an image?

Perhaps that is what life is now. Perhaps what life is - is what we see it as. Perhaps our imagination is so vivid that it creates this very existence with these distractions. Maybe all that exist is lights and energy and our eyes are nothing but a magic lens which creates make believe images of what we wish to see?

If so, let me dive into this... to live my life inside of these four walls where the attic is my viewpoint and the front door stretches out far to take in images from miles away. Where I can walk across my roof and press my feet against the shingle to capture this memory forever. In this place, my refrigerator is full of only film and my tap flows developer. Every window I look out, I see a photograph.

This is when the world will stop-
for me to see it.