After Point

In this world where appearances seek the essence, understanding the words written on the back of a photograph and describing the first thing we see in the sea of dreams leaves behind a winding and fragile trace of the transience of where we stand. We can try to understand how much our soul reflects on our appearance, our body, by looking at ourselves from the outside. This external definition does not necessarily include a physical space. The soul is described to have a different time from space and objects. Understanding the value of time may have been one of humanity’s primary concerns in every era. Perhaps what we are trying to see in photographs is how close we are to the value of time. When questions and the answers given are not enough, one generates new questions from the given answers, just like the expected harvest from cultivated lands eventually returns to seeds. The soil collects all the dust without distinction. Ultimately, everything will not return to its essence? New ones… Old ones… Dots… Seeds… Sprouts… One should have favorite sentences, just as they have beloved people that hold a place in their hearts.