The setting sun perfectly silhouetted the handsome young lead singer as he stood on a stack of speakers, framed by mountains behind him and softly lit by strings of bulb lights.
The smartphones all came out automatically, changing the crowd into a mass alit with glowing bricks. We live now in shots, in those perfectly framed moments. We appreciate, not for ourselves, but for our audiences.
I’ve stopped taking photos. I want to see things with my eyes. I want to hold the memory in my mind, not in my hard drive. I want the moments to be unmemorialized, not preserved in high definition, but allowed to shift and morph in the ways that the brain fits a memory into the narratives of our lives.