Life Behind A Lens

Darting around from sight to sight, arms held aloft at shoulder height:

Perceive...

Prepare...

Photograph!

Pose...

Pout...

Photograph!

This sixth sense transcends mortality, uniting perception with reality

A picture paints a thousand words: but a photograph never blurs.

Ready…

Aim…

Fire!

Zoom…

Focus…

Capture!

March on, fellow journeymen, to the capture of conscious sensation!

Aux armes, citoyens, to the destruction of raw emotion!

Two-hundred thousand megapixels march as one onto the Bastille.

Steady hands adjust the viewfinder, taking aim at an unarmed Louvre.

Fleeting moments of solace found in clear, reflective surfaces.

Dressing wounds with contrast filters to heal those heinous facial blemishes.

Still the lens is met by a vacant gaze - a contrived, soulless smile:

Clear the street; two fingers for peace; and for fuck sake don’t show too much teeth!

Now this thousand yard stare rises higher into the air

But two-thousand likes remains the plight for this godforsaken parasite.

Perverting innate lust for exploration with grotesque voyeurism

Yet without an album to post and share, who’s to know if you were even there?