A Deeper Understanding

Back from the Hiatus. Don't even know exactly why I came out and had the urge to be productive. Actually I know. My brain processes my thoughts too slow in relation to how fast they come. I wanted to put pen to paper. With less time to go out and venture to shoot some Street, I find myself more often than not appreciating the work of others. Internet, that amazing tool that brings to your doorsteps the work of creative souls. Sadly, most of us use and abuse the perks of having this technology at the palm of our hands. It was intended to connect people, globalize our world, make it a small village. But its greater power is to throw us people apart from each other. Strange duality uh? Quid pro quo. We are more alone than ever. Urban solitude at its grandeur. It's just too much even for our automated brain designed to (mal)function on this digital, contactless world we live in. Try commuting in London once. No eye contact, heads held low staring a high res, colourful 2D utopian world (or so we are made to believe). George Orwell anticipated this dystopian world on "1984". It amazes me the ambivalence we have towards this wi-fi state of mind. We didn't need it but wanted it. Now deep inside we don't want it but need it. Not even Orwell's characters were so dual about it. We are the nova era of stockholm syndrome bearers. We are living in the space between the admirable and the ugly. We type more, we speak less. It scares me that most of us automated bots don't have an override button, a back door which usually solves the mystery surrounding that sunday afternoon movie. Like a car lacking his shock absorbers, so were we originally designed to feel everything in its raw state. No middle man. Today, that task is almost made impossible but no matter how much we try and digitize ourselves, we, the inbetweeners, will always search for that pure old cathartic moment that will daze us in a random tuesday afternoon. The ultimate painkiller to take us through the day. Funny though (ask any computer geek), even in the digital age, the best and more stable connection is always the cable one, not the wireless. The physicality of things cannot be surpassed. We crave for that hug, we long for that look, that recognisable soft scent from your loved one that hovers on the living room makes everything much more bearable. That song with a magnificent guitar solo, with an inauspicious arrangement of reverb and electric piano that makes one weak in the knees. That photo which teleports you to a world hand-made by midas where you can imagine a thousand stories for the main subject and all of them have a happy ending. Hear that americana style song made to be heard outdoors under a fabulous sky and you can be whatever you want. Or take a look at one of Erica Snyder's cinematic style shots and you will know this text makes sense. At least to me.

Written whilst listening to: Strangest Thing - The War on Drugs

Written whilst listening to: Strangest Thing - The War on Drugs