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meeting you, my dear flower, was like a flash so quick i can't even tell how long the touch lasted. my heavy hand and your fragile nature are both real, but what does time make of us? if i leave you where you are, it will take weeks, maybe months, before you wither and turn to dust. but if i decide to steal you away, you’ll have only a few days. i can preserve your outer form — but will there be life within it? where are you? is your body is you? or isn’t? compared to you, i live forever, which means we can’t ever meet the same way again. yet i will cut away my essence and become something different to meet you once more. what is a photograph? a little death. a palm on transparent emulsion isn't part of my body anymore, it isn't alive. it’s just the imprint of what i once was. the same way that fragile, transparent something was once you. and now we're together again. in other being. #polaroid #polaroidlift #lift #flower #emulsion #plant
