In my life, I have battled two severe and life-threatening illnesses. Despite emerging victorious and preserving my life, the relentless pursuit of medical interventions and treatments had a profound and detrimental impact on my cognitive abilities.
I take a lot of photos and videos. I get looked at funny. It’s ok.
Frequently, people inquire about my motivations for taking photographs, wearing meta glasses, and consistently capturing whatever interests me.
They don’t know at some point in the foreseeable future, viewing these photographs and videos becomes the sole source of emotions and memories from the past that I am unable to access voluntarily in the quantities and durations I desire with the damage to my brain that comes with surviving, and I think in that context what I do and enjoy is not unreasonable. I’m not a glasshole.
So the next time you see someone making excessive use of their phone camera or even a more traditional one keep in mind you know nothing about them and their lives.
They could have a perfectly fine reason for what they are doing and your only job is to get out the way or smile if you get asked if you want to be in the photo.
I’m probably in a million photos of Japanese tourists and I enjoy the thought that someone in Japan shows the photo I took of them to friends and family and says I remember this guy, he was friendly and took this photo of us I really like and then we made one together. Germans are good people.
Photography doesn’t need words or translations, it speaks for itself and therefore is able to build bridges between cultures. I find that beautiful.
Also nobody can watch my memories when I’m dead when they are on meat storage only.
If my nieces ever want to find out who their uncle was when they get older they will have an endless stream of material to access and a portal to my view of the past as it was the present, and hopefully make better decisions than we do currently.
I take a lot of photos and videos. I get looked at funny. It’s ok.
Frequently, people inquire about my motivations for taking photographs, wearing meta glasses, and consistently capturing whatever interests me.
They don’t know at some point in the foreseeable future, viewing these photographs and videos becomes the sole source of emotions and memories from the past that I am unable to access voluntarily in the quantities and durations I desire with the damage to my brain that comes with surviving, and I think in that context what I do and enjoy is not unreasonable. I’m not a glasshole.
So the next time you see someone making excessive use of their phone camera or even a more traditional one keep in mind you know nothing about them and their lives.
They could have a perfectly fine reason for what they are doing and your only job is to get out the way or smile if you get asked if you want to be in the photo.
I’m probably in a million photos of Japanese tourists and I enjoy the thought that someone in Japan shows the photo I took of them to friends and family and says I remember this guy, he was friendly and took this photo of us I really like and then we made one together. Germans are good people.
Photography doesn’t need words or translations, it speaks for itself and therefore is able to build bridges between cultures. I find that beautiful.
Also nobody can watch my memories when I’m dead when they are on meat storage only.
If my nieces ever want to find out who their uncle was when they get older they will have an endless stream of material to access and a portal to my view of the past as it was the present, and hopefully make better decisions than we do currently.