Images from the everyday.
"These Moments Existed"
How is time represented for those trapped in a life lived through melancholy and ambivalence? Is it always indulged in the past - something that is longed for? Is it possible for someone of this disposition to live in and appreciate the immediate moment? Even in the present as "the real" is chosen and the photos taken of places travelled and moments visited, is it properly lived or merely presented to look that way?
According to Wikipedia, time "is a dimension in which events can be ordered from the past through the present into the future, and also the measure of durations of events and the intervals between them. Time has long been a major subject of study in religion, philosophy, and science, but defining it in a manner applicable to all fields without circularity has consistently eluded scholars. Nevertheless, diverse fields such as business, industry, sports, the sciences, music, dance, and the live theater all incorporate some notion of time into their respective measuring systems. Some simple, relatively uncontroversial definitions of time include "time is what clocks measure" and "time is what keeps everything from happening at once". (Cited from Wikipedia, 4 May 2013)
