Those polaroids aren't just moments frozen in time, but memories immortalized. I know this sounds quite corny, but in a way this is a crude summation of the things he truly left behind. It has everything his moments of happiness, sadness, people that made his life worth living, his work. Everything.
Beautiful.
[edit: This is something so obvious, but it takes time to sink in. Is this what life is? When you see his choices, the women he fell in love with. How he married that someone a few weeks before his death. It just puts everything into sharp perspective. Is this life?
Those polaroids aren't just moments frozen in time, but memories immortalized. I know this sounds quite corny, but in a way this is a crude summation of the things he truly left behind. It has everything his moments of happiness, sadness, people that made his life worth living, his work. Everything.
Beautiful.
[edit: This is something so obvious, but it takes time to sink in. Is this what life is? When you see his choices, the women he fell in love with. How he married that someone a few weeks before his death. It just puts everything into sharp perspective. Is this life?
Wow.]