Dear you,
"Who needs pictures, with a memory like mine?" was an old song from 1999 by Brad Paisley, whose lyrics and music I can still hear in my head up to this day. So, I decided to just listen to it and write you what I am about to write right now.
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What if we had no way of recalling our memories other than our minds, souls, and hearts? What if black and white pictures were never developed to be coloured? What if they had stayed this way? Would it have helped our imagination to stay wild? Would it have helped us imagine colors that didn't exist and places that never made it to maps?
What if we decided to let things be as simple as one picture for a memory of years and years to come? What if this one picture had the power, the magic, allowing us to visualise everything about the events of the memory without having to look at the rest of the albums? And what if, by simplistic styles of living, we accepted the fact that memories are in the hearts and souls of humanity, not in the albums of pictures of it? Would all of this have made anything any better, any simpler, for any of us?
What if we chose simplicity rather than having to spend time photographing what could be the best memories of our lives, and only realising that we have already missed half of them by taking pictures.
What if, by merely believing you exist, I could imagine you right here, right now, without having to see you? What if we simply believed in the best memories rather than having to record them to prove they existed?
Who needs pictures, in a world full of them?
Yours faithfully and sincerely,
N.
"Who needs pictures, with a memory like mine?" was an old song from 1999 by Brad Paisley, whose lyrics and music I can still hear in my head up to this day. So, I decided to just listen to it and write you what I am about to write right now.
--
What if we had no way of recalling our memories other than our minds, souls, and hearts? What if black and white pictures were never developed to be coloured? What if they had stayed this way? Would it have helped our imagination to stay wild? Would it have helped us imagine colors that didn't exist and places that never made it to maps?
What if we decided to let things be as simple as one picture for a memory of years and years to come? What if this one picture had the power, the magic, allowing us to visualise everything about the events of the memory without having to look at the rest of the albums? And what if, by simplistic styles of living, we accepted the fact that memories are in the hearts and souls of humanity, not in the albums of pictures of it? Would all of this have made anything any better, any simpler, for any of us?
What if we chose simplicity rather than having to spend time photographing what could be the best memories of our lives, and only realising that we have already missed half of them by taking pictures.
What if, by merely believing you exist, I could imagine you right here, right now, without having to see you? What if we simply believed in the best memories rather than having to record them to prove they existed?
Who needs pictures, in a world full of them?
Yours faithfully and sincerely,
N.
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