Do you remember? More importantly, Do I remember?

A photo? Or it's an oil painting.

    A very fun fact for me: We can only spend 24 hours with people around in a day, for others is the same. Within the 24 hours, me and the friend that have conversation with me share the same moment, same time. We have the overlapping memory for the day, which means I know exactly what is going on inside the person’s mind. However, for the time we are not together, I will never know what the person is thinking or doing.

    However, sometimes, even though we are together, we also don’t remember what happened. My photography set capture both the special and unique moments in my life, and those which are just snaps. For the unique and sharp ones, with the amount of effort, I clearly remember the scene of where and when did I take the pictures; for the blurry snaps, even though I am the one who press the shutter, I don’t even remember the time I spend on that moment.

"The thing of it is, we must live with the living. ” ——Montaigne (McLuhan, 96)

What persona I form due to the environment around me and the interaction with people might be all the things I got. Persona might just be the real me, we form ourselves by sharing memories.

    The blurry pictures are just like my unclear memories, they are there but hard to reach. However, even they are blurry, the only thing I remember is the happiness, the feeling, the perception that naturally exist inside my body once I experience things. Do people remember being taken picture from me? Do I remember when did I take the shot? It does not matter, what matter is the feeling that pics contain, the vibe I receive by looking at it, and the value of concept for me. What I draw from those memories become part of me.

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