Tuesday, August 3, 2010


"Have you seen what she looks like?"

"Oh, shit yeah. She's gorgeous."

"Is she cool?"

"No clue. Never talked to her."

How strange, then, is an image that can not only turn a head, but turn a mind? One sensory input affecting the whole of perception and of perspective. Yes, it can be touched, but the tactile sensation will be no different than that of any other photograph. There is nothing to look forward to but the realization of yet another absence from a life already wounded by absence. That the introduction was never made makes not the farewell any easier.

"What the Hell is the point of that?"

"I don't know. Just needed it in my life."

"A photograph?"

"No. An idea."

How wonderful, then, is an image that can not only capture a moment gone, but inspire moments to come? Eyes downward, dark brown hair tucked behind an ear, and a smile from a brief experience that will never be shared again. An artificial memory burns into natural memory, interpreted differently for each viewer. To one, she's gorgeous. To another, she's a daughter. To yet another, she's unwanted competition. To all, she's just a photograph. Nothing more than color and light frozen in a world in which all living things eventually go blind.

"An idea of what?"

"Of something worth writing about."

"Can't you just make shit up?"

"It's better knowing it's really out there."

How depressing, then, is an image of something that will never been seen with real eyes? Distance between reveals the world to be a large place, though the image itself claims otherwise. Through the eyes of the camera, a thousand words can be any thousand words. Perfection is as subjective as description, no two describe a picture the same way, and no one describes a picture the same way twice. Maybe a lover yesterday and an enemy tomorrow, or vice versa. Whether idea or impression, she is always beautiful.

"But you don't know. She's just an idea. She could be a bitch."

"She's not. She's a sweetheart."

"How can you tell that from a picture?"

"Because I wrote her that way."


Brian Miller said...

it is intersting to have that mental image of who you would like to meet...or at least what characteristics...i like that you defined beauty beyond looks...this was a bit of an odd piece to follow, still i hope you find what you are looking for...

Alan Burnett said...

Miss the dialogue out and keep the three main paragraphs and you almost have an alternative Sepia Saturday manifesto.

RA said...

The ending is brilliant and says it all. You could take away the three chapters of flow of consciousness and use them for something else. :)

Liza Ursu said...

"That the introduction was never made makes not the farewell any easier."
I ate that up, yum!
I like what RA said above,
the ending is brilliant.

Baino said...

She is real and she is a sweetheart but she sneezes like a man, farts like a trooper and is a lousy cook.

Lovely piece though.

"How depressing, then, is an image of something that will never been seen with real eyes?"


Harnett-Hargrove said...

There is a resonance here. The jumping off point, the part lost, the morphed part that exploded from something else. A question crawls out from another question. -J

PattiKen said...

I really like this, though I catch just a tinge of some unnamed syndrome in my appreciation). I was about to say a personally created character cannot disappoint. But of course they can. And frequently do. Ingrates.

@ Baino: codswallop! I love it. Ever so much better than horse pucky.

Tess Kincaid said...

That last line hits the nail on the head. Lovely piece. Really, it is. And I didn't see any typos. (taking one step back and to the right)

Bitsy said...

The idea is enough. Nicely done. I loved the last line. Only thing I wasn't too keen on was the "Whether idea or impression, she is always beautiful." It didn't fit with the rest of the paragraph.

moondustwriter said...

she is real because you have seen her in your mind...

Breaking with your normal style Jeff - like it

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