If I deeply listen to what a photo has to say, it talks to me about two things:
-First, it reports information on the event which constitutes its subject, and represents a material bridge between what made the reality of my consciousness now and what was passing through this river at the time of the photo.
-Second, it testifies, if I listen a little further, the impossibility inherent to this format of reporting with a high level of reliability, of updating the experience I had when the event on the picture took place.
At the same time, the photo builds a bridge in time and destroys it.
The experience that I have had in the past is always an experience of now.
Likewise, these posts testify: their aim is to note what happened in the interior field each of them places an additional line on the map.
So, if I ever happen to end up alone, lost, in disarray, or, if someone else is in such a situation, they will be able to retrace the path towards what leads to the center (the “memory” function of the photo)
However, this possibility of mapping remains forever illusory.
These texts build a bridge between the outside and the inside,
At the same time, to those who read in depth, they remind us of its possibility.
The experience provoked by reading, the putting into practice of these texts, will always be that of the now.
Even if there is only one text
read a million times,
and only one practitioner.
Notes & Silence 
Thanks for sharing this
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Everything is as it seems to the present perception, though that may be different to yesterday’s or tomorrow’s perception. Which rather makes the past a springboard and the future an irrelevance; the photos and texts, perhaps, an insoluble puzzle.
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Brilliantly put.
I’ll think about it.
Thank you, Simon.
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