Memory of a Moment

Too often are moments fleeting and soon forgotten. I have found myself too many times experiencing the present through recognizing it will soon be the past, and thus mourning a time I am yet to lose. No more is this foreboding sense felt than through one's company; their friends. One prone to the aforementioned line of thinking is bound to experience its existentiality and thus forget that to miss is to love. Through a camera's lens in place of my eye, I capture moments where these thoughts creep in; where experience is mistaken for nostalgia. Instead of succumbing to time and its endless march, one must take a breath and appreciate where they are; who they are with; their friends and life. If you fail to do that, there is no life for you to reminisce when time truly succeeds you. When you succeed, you will look back at now, and smile.