Celluloid Memories (Sean)

Each moment rests solely within the celluloid screen of wall filled with photos. Light trapped the image of smiling faces and moments without time. The image filled room always made Landry think when he gave it the time. How could these photos bring him an emotion? They offered him no future, no love, no life, but still, just gazing into a mother with her child gave him some hope.

When he started this job it all seemed so simple; he loved photography, but never really looked into why. After a turn in the economy publishers let go contracted photographers and went to a commission based system. Landry found it hard to keep up with a stable income, but since all of his money came from contracts, he found living tax free gave him enough to get by. The sounds of the outside activity surrounding the tenement apartment he resided in always made him uneasy. With each photo he could recreate the city without the crime, without the strife, without the pain. He could simply capture the good and leave traces of the bitterness to remind the world of what it should want to leave behind. Sitting on a couch, gazing at pictures of people he didn't know, this was getting by. He could get by for the rest of his life and never think twice about who made out better on that deal.

But, how he felt about these illuminated moments in time, he would need a few thoughts about that.

A time lapse camera captured a sequence of action depicting a man dipping a woman to give her a kiss. A total of ten pictures kept the action fluid culminating in a final moment, but all he could see laid in between the spaces the camera faltered. The brief pauses from capture to capture residing within each moment made him think of what the camera left behind. As he began shuffling the photos out of order to flip through them in a less ordered manner a rapping came at the door. "Coming." His voice carried through the living room.

He moved along the circular coffee table centering the middle of the living room and passed the small rectangular kitchen just to the inside of the entry way. The mechanism on the bolt swung over into the door with a forceful click. His unshaven face proceeded into the gap the door made from the frame. "Can I help you?"