Chapter 29 photo

Photos are often lost when moving house.My mother moved between twenty and twenty-five times in her lifetime, and the pictures of our family just got lost.The photos slipped to the bottom of the drawer and stayed there out of sight. Very well, when we moved, we could find them again.Photos will shatter and break after a hundred years, just like glass.There is such a thing, did I mention it?It was fifty years ago when, under the drawer of the wardrobe I bought in Indochina, I found a postcard dated 1905, addressed to a man who lived in the Rue Saint-Benoit at that time.This photo existed when I was young. If there is no such photo, it cannot be said that I have lived.To my mother, a picture of a child was sacred.In order to see his child again, people only look at the photos.People do it all the time.This matter is very mysterious.I think Jan only looks good in pictures when he was ten years old and before I knew him.There was in those pictures what I was looking for in him now, that naiveté, the complete ignorance of what happened to us in September 1980, good or bad.

At the end of the 19th century, people went to the village photographers to take pictures, just like what the residents of Vinh Long did in the novel——that was for eternity. There will be no pictures of your great-grandmother.You can find them all over the world.Can't find it either.Just to think that such a photograph does not exist becomes an essential absence, even a problem.How did they survive without pictures?Nothing remains after death, neither face nor body.Lol, there is no relevant information at all. If someone tells them that the photos are available, they will be greatly panicked and shocked.Contrary to what people used to think and what they think now, I think photographs facilitate forgetting.Photographs have rather only one such function in the modern world.The fixed, rigid face of a dead man or a child, so close at hand, is always but one of millions of images that people carry in their minds.A film with millions of images is still the same film.Nothing more than the confirmation of death.What the photograph was first used for in the first half of the nineteenth century, I do not know, if it was to look at the dead, or to look at himself, personally, for his lonely heart What meaning, I do not know.Faced with their own photos, people are either amazed or admired, in short, always amazed.Looking at himself, that's for sure.Looking at photos of myself, I can't help being stunned, admired, or amazed.Man needs that unreality more than anything else.In life, people cannot see themselves, including in the false projection of the mirror. What they see is nothing more than the image they have formed according to their expectations. The best image is to pose for a photo in an attempt to reproduce the full The armed face, that's all.