“Let me tell you about my life turning blue”. Those were the first words the guy on the bench said as he sat down beside me whilst I was eating my lunch. Usually, I prefer to eat alone but there was something about this opening sentence which really intrigued me; so I told him “Sure buddy, go ahead. Tell me about your life in blue”.
Before saying anything else, the guy pulled out an envelope with the words ‘For Lomography’ from his pocket and passed it to me. I opened the envelope and inside was a photo of a blue car in front of a blue house. Then he began with his story:
“This is my house and this is my car. This is where I live. This is what I drive. Before my life turned blue, my house was red and my car was black. Now my walls are blue, my floors are blue, my tables and chairs are blue, my car is blue and my house is blue. My whole life turned blue overnight. I woke up and everything I owned had changed to blue. Even the sheets I was covered in had turned blue since I had fallen asleep. I spent my morning wandering around the house checking all my belongings and wondering how the hell this had happened. I then got changed into my blue clothes, left my blue house, got in my blue car and drove straight here”.
“Wait one minute…your life turned blue just last night?”, I asked.
“Yes. I needed to tell someone about it. I needed to show someone the proof. Now you can see it for yourself and prove I’m not going crazy”.
I was fascinated by the guy’s story but there was one flaw which I’d spotted as soon as he told me about leaving the house. He wasn’t actually wearing blue clothes! He was wearing red trousers and a black T-shirt. So I asked:
“Can I see your blue house and blue car, for real?”
“I’ve shown you enough of my life in blue”, the guy replied, as he got up and walked away from the bench, leaving me with the photo. “Anyway, the photo shows you more about what’s coming than anything I could show you for real would. Look at the photo. Forget my blue car. Forget my blue house. Forget what you see and forget what I’m telling you I see. These are insignificant matters. Rather, you should think how about how I see what I see. Then you will understand what’s coming Mr. Mölo [how did he know my name?]. Just remember, the photo is real and that’s all that matters”.
The Challenge For You…
It’s been a few weeks since my encounter with the guy. But still I look at the photo he gave me and don’t have any idea what it could mean. I have a feeling the whole story of his life in blue was a trick to somehow misguide me on my quest for the real truth here. I know it’s got something to do with Lomography and it hides some secret message. So that’s why I came here to ask you. Do you have any idea what all this means? If you have any thoughts at all, please shout them out in the comments section. I would truly appreciate it!
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