“When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in black and white, you photograph their souls. Black and white photography erases time from the equation. It creates a strange dreamscape that color never can. The most colorful thing in the world is black and white as it contains all colors and at the same time excludes all.”
― Ted Grant / Jason Peterson / Vikrmm
the second wave in Europe with France’s announcement of over 20,000 cases in less than a day (oct. 11/ 20) along with new and somewhat controversial restrictions in the next 15 days, while my hometown, Ottawa & Montreal, recently announced the closure of indoor dining services for 28 days. And life goes on as usual in Saigon. It’s funny how things could be so different on the other side of the world. I can’t even remember the last time I was in Saigon.
One of my high school friends just got married last weekend. She used to sit next to me in grade 12. And I remember that almost every Saturday, I would give her a ride to our physics tutoring class on my mom’s 20-year-old scooter. It has been over 7 years since that last ride. I wish I could be there on her wedding day. But somehow, I get used to the idea of missing out on things.
It wasn’t the first time, and it definitely won’t be the last time. It didn’t hit me that hard before until last fall when my cousin got married, and then there was a moment when I realized that “oh, there you go, they’ve all moved on. Where have I been in the last couple of years?”
People move on whether we are there or not. It’s just that our memories get blocked at that last moment when everything seems to stay exactly the same regardless of time. It’s a trick, isn’t it? And yet, we’ve been clueless for a long, long time. And if you ask me how I feel, I’ll tell you that “I don’t know. And does it really matter?”
Vieux Lille on a rainy day.