Celebrating Nothing
Min kyung Seo
...........:............................................:..................................It was an annual habit to visit my uncle, my personal optician. I rushed to catch him at his office before he came home. Sitting at the examination table and looking into a lens, I again encounter the same landscape regardless of season and time outside. First few seconds, it is blur thoroughly. After a few blinks and mechanical sound of adjustment, the scene is sharp. It is exactly halved horizontally with the most saturated blue and green and a red roof house was maybe standing in the middle. As I grew up in the city wrapped around with mountains, the most well known prairie to me exists in the vision test machine. The second familiar one is in Windows XP...........:.....................................:.... In the late spring I met a prairie perfectly fenced with forests. A person seemed like a dot. I watched a man walking from one edge to the other before he disappeared into the woods. I was a dot to them. As we stride on the other side of the grassland, we were dots to each other…………………….. …………………:…………………………………………….....................:................ When you walk on a land exclusively prepared for a walk, it’s a luxurious experience. This piece of land has nothing to celebrate. Down the road, the reality awaits. I was looking at people walking towards me through a camcorder. I was gradually getting stiff. I acted targeting something else and wished for indifference.
photo credit @pierrecastig