Do Photos give meaning to our memories
Or do memories give meaning to photos?
If it is the latter, then aren’t we missing out
On creating memories when taking photos?
Or does taking photos aid us in forming memories?
When memories are so fickle and mind forms
its own memories by interpreting reality
On its own terms, do photos help us hold on
To the closest real memory of the moment?
Given the inherent risk of losing all the photos
Or losing all our memories, is it still worthwhile
To take photos instead of not being in the moment?
Maybe “Being in the moment” is not possible
For the looming finitude of our existence hangs
Always “In every moment”
Note: This could be a repetition/continuation of : This
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