I film people
They hand over their time to the frames
They are
just there
At some point
they will be
no longer there
Just like
me
Just like
the exposed semiconductors
It is
cold
I try
not to intervene
It does not work
A moment is not a duration
A frame is a duration
The time beyond the shutter speed is ungraspable
Frames are only fucking outlines
A pixelated past
And the present with its
infinite
and overwhelming
and cruel need for communication
escapes the shutter
I love recordings
No matter what kind
They are poetic machines
Sealed time is like a mass
When replayed
it bends the present
Something changes
when the sealed time
is released and becomes the present
This pixelated past
Gives more
than it actually is
but not necessarily
than it takes