I film people
They hand over their time to the frames
They are
 just there
At some point
they will be
 no longer there
Just like
 me
Just like
 the exposed semiconductors
It is
 cold
I try
 not to intervene
It does not work

A moment is not a duration
A frame is a duration
The time beyond the shutter speed is ungraspable
Frames are only fucking outlines
A pixelated past
And the present with its
 infinite
 and overwhelming
   and cruel need for communication
    escapes the shutter

I love recordings
No matter what kind
They are poetic machines
Sealed time is like a mass
When replayed
 it bends the present
Something changes
 when the sealed time
  is released and becomes the present

This pixelated past
Gives more
 than it actually is
  but not necessarily
   than it takes