Time… it’s such a complicated notion…
For me, time is our way of not going insane every day.
Thinking about time, and knowing that my mom is not really very
good with computers (but she’s getting there) I have decided to print some
photos for her and make an album.
I now have all the photos in front of me and a scary feeling
would not go away. We are so tiny in this huge universe that yet we do not know
anything about… three generations in front of me…grandparents, parents,
cousins, children…
When did all this time has passed?
The other day I was talking with one of my aunties after 16
years. That’s when we last spoke.
16 years! Depending on what you compare it with, it can be either
a lifetime, either a blink of an eye.
We are now able to capture the moment in photographs and send it to the other side of the planet. We can send a moment that took place 20 years ago in less than a second to another place of the planet.
Why? How?
