Eve Arnold, a well-known photojournalist of the 20th century, once asked her grandson, “What do you hang on the walls of your mind?” How would you answer?
Imagine oneself in a pitch black room with unknown dimensions. Time seems to stand still and there is no way to perceive anything other than just how dark everything seems. This is my mind in its resting state. I’ve recently come to appreciate that emptiness and jump at the opportunity to spend time detoxing my mind. The only reasonable thing to do from here is stumble around in hopes of finding some sort of wall to orient oneself. After crawling around on one’s hands and knees for a while, one will eventually bump into a wall. After scaling the wall carefully, one will begin to orient oneself to this wall. Deciding the best option is to search for a light switch, one makes their way around the room, feeling around for any sort of protrusion. With luck, one will find what is believed to be a light switch and promptly flick it up. Everything immediately comes into focus. To the right of the switch is a closed door and to the left a window behind which it is raining. …show more content…
As one peels off that layer of wallpaper, hundreds of photographs are exposed. Some are vibrant and appear to have been freshly glued. Others appear to be fading away due to the bleaching of the sun, and when compared to the new images, appear almost indistinguishable. Many of my memories are stored in the form of pictures, something I may have picked up from my fascination with cameras and taking photos wherever I go. I find often times though, that many of my distant memories are blurred by my fascination with the present. The new memory of a summer night campfire is much more striking than the fading memory of a broken collarbone on a gray
Imagine oneself in a pitch black room with unknown dimensions. Time seems to stand still and there is no way to perceive anything other than just how dark everything seems. This is my mind in its resting state. I’ve recently come to appreciate that emptiness and jump at the opportunity to spend time detoxing my mind. The only reasonable thing to do from here is stumble around in hopes of finding some sort of wall to orient oneself. After crawling around on one’s hands and knees for a while, one will eventually bump into a wall. After scaling the wall carefully, one will begin to orient oneself to this wall. Deciding the best option is to search for a light switch, one makes their way around the room, feeling around for any sort of protrusion. With luck, one will find what is believed to be a light switch and promptly flick it up. Everything immediately comes into focus. To the right of the switch is a closed door and to the left a window behind which it is raining. …show more content…
As one peels off that layer of wallpaper, hundreds of photographs are exposed. Some are vibrant and appear to have been freshly glued. Others appear to be fading away due to the bleaching of the sun, and when compared to the new images, appear almost indistinguishable. Many of my memories are stored in the form of pictures, something I may have picked up from my fascination with cameras and taking photos wherever I go. I find often times though, that many of my distant memories are blurred by my fascination with the present. The new memory of a summer night campfire is much more striking than the fading memory of a broken collarbone on a gray