The apparatus
An intricate recorder
To reorganize the frames
And put perceived reality in order
The skill – an acquired art
To focus on the desired shot
Light, sound, setting and aperture
To capture that perfect inverted picture
The moments, people & places
Frozen in time & space
For our viewing pleasure
When we find the leisure
Random images are retained
By this apparatus at days end
What happens to events that fade away
Without leaving its trace in any way?
Is there a thrash can in out head
Where lost memories are constantly fed?
How it matters what we retain or discard
When every apparatus ends in a junkyard?
© Ratish
