Watching "found" footage always makes me wonder;
What were these people saying to each other?
Who were they? How did they feel?
What went through their minds looking
down the barrel of a video camera?
A smile, a wave across the ages for prosperity,
A hand shake, a kiss shared with a lover,

then gone.

Those were real people,
Watching the world go by through real eyes.
Like I am now - watching you.

And if we were filmed together, then lost
and found ten, twenty years from now,
Would people really understand us?
Would they really know us? Sympathize with us?
Or would our lives forever be resigned
To out of context fodder for filmmakers lies.
Or a cobbled-together video for a hip folk duo,
Playing with memory, playing with poignancy
Only ever playing, mind.

I'm not sure how that makes me feel;
On one hand, I feel deeply sorry for those found footage faces,
On the other, I think I like how immortal they are.


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