I dodge raindrops. Through the camera on my cellphone, I frame the world. Then I cut the it up. Pummel the image in photoshop and slap bleeding slivers of it on my blog.
Smile for the camera, you’re up next on my digital dissection table. The crop tool will cut you now. Resize, sharpen, apply a bit of curve and only a fragment out of place and time remains. Reminders of a time lost, a scene never repeated. An image captured and then gone again in the space of a blink.
I walk between raindrops. Their patter hides the click of my phone capturing the the girl with blue wings.