Monday, August 09, 2010

Lost.


A good way of getting real sad, real fast goes a lot like this: accidentally lose your camera while on vacation in a beautiful city, after having shot photos and video on it for two days straight. Perhaps it slipped out of your pocket in the back seat of a cab, perhaps not. It might be hard to shake that sense of dread, that kind of thick unhappiness. It might mean you sigh a lot whenever you think about it a few days later and what happened. You keep trying to believe in the lost & founds and the good Samaritans and the many prayers you have said for its safe and speedy return but, mostly, you keep trying to recreate the memories in your head, the ones that were so attached to the photos you'd taken, the images that still reside in your mind, however half-formed they really are.

The secret is, well, it gets better, the further away you get from it, the more you try to forget. It's where your head ought to be anyway.


5 comments:

Sara said...

I lost my camera when it had pictures of Max's birthday and our trip to Banff on it. Sad is right.

Sherpa said...

That is very sad.

Anon said...

Kind of like when you lose your ipod with its thousands of songs, some of which you actually shared with a friend and you ask said friend to help you out with some music and send you some files so you can listen to something during 36 hours of labor alone? Kinda?

Mel said...

So sad. It seems you can't live without a camera these days--I couldn't. It's the only way to keep my memories safe, since I am so, so forgetful.

Dainon. said...

Two days of musical memories, moments, photos and videos are in that one. I hope that, whoever finds the camera, they are appreciative of what I was able to capture. And that I'd recharged the battery right before it slipped out my pocket, so that ought to last them a few days.