Nikon D200 f/13 ISO 200 c. May 2009
I was thinking about something but now it has been forgotten, just a second after. The mind fleets, from thought to thought, like a person who stands and with a film strip in one hand, cursorily examines for picture negatives. Weird indeed is the mind sometimes. It fleets through pictures and scenes it has experienced, in nanoseconds. And pictures and scenes the mind examines seem to be glued loosely to some goo. Soft and thin strands of goo uploads thoughts and emotions felt at the time. Like I have said, with the fleeting mind, pictures and emotions and thoughts blur to a hazy screen, like a subway train passing through a lighted tunnel, so that I cannot recall what I had just remembered.