I wonder if someday I’ll look back on the pictures
and feel nothing.
That the faces
of people I could recognize
by the sight of their back alone
would look like any other
in a large crowd
and I wouldn’t know their names.
Already they are fading from my memory;
thinking to myself that if everything was still film
or at least, not digital,
the glossy colors would disintegrate and blur
with a timeless, vintage look
and that would be alright,
knowing that the photographs decay with me.
Would that be a relief? I wonder.
There must be over three thousand
in my iPhone’s camera roll
that hasn’t been backed up in years
since I ran out of storage.
What can I say? I have
terrible memory
and the world is so bright
so of course I must immortalize
all that I can
to prove that it existed,
when I can no longer remember it.
Fin.