I am not afraid... I was born to do this.
Joan of Arc
I looked through the glass today and saw myself distant. It is true that I was crying, but it was not me, just the one inside the glass case.
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Abstinence. I wonder how much more I will have to abstain from these days.
This taking pictures in the street is sometimes very lonely, so maybe that's why I stopped at this old movie theater, and I was looking at every single thing stuck or written on its glass doors.
It is a noisy city.
And there are people who enjoy coming up behind me and talking to me while I'm concentrating on composing a photograph. I thought about that day when that happened to me in the cemetery. I laughed. This time it wasn't dramatic, nor did I freak out.
Yeah, it's just that maybe I sensed... that in a few hours I was going to feel a lot of shame.
... for having eaten a whole bar of white chocolate.
So nothing mattered. What a difference the man's voice made from behind me, saying in tropey words that City Hall along with the Maxim Rock were the best in Havana at the time? People always exaggerate and so do I, I tend to exaggerate and now maybe more because of...you know. š
I was waiting for it to happen and that's why I stood there like a jack-in-the-box watching life go by through the hole.
Sometimes it seems to me that I'm wrong about everything except the things I sense.
People sometimes drink to forget.
(luckily I am one of those occasional drinkers)
My life is good after all. I went to work and everyone was happy to see me. They asked me for pictures and stories, because maybe they like my singularity, shall we say, a little bit. They also told me of their interest in the event I am to cover soon... there will be a lounge where visitors can have an immersive experience, they informed.
(maybe some of them think I'll be in my element)
BTW, let's get a little out of this immersive experience with the movie box office. Wait... we'll be back shortly.
I crossed the street.
On the side of the cinema a staircase that goes nowhere. However, before the door blocks your way, you can at least climb its steps and watch from there. It will change the perspective, for sure. I didn't.
Next time, which will be very soon, I will climb those steps and also take the picture of the movie theater facade. Because I owe you that one now. You know... I have a lack of concentration these days.
I'm already back at the box office, not knowing if here in this theater something is actually projected inside. Because it is clear to me that the film outside, in the windows, does not stop.
Actors and actresses... our own movie. Yeah, I know.
I know I was born for this. It's lonely, but walking and taking pictures fills me with courage when I'm the stunt performer in my own film. Even when I don't know how to act in anything but supporting roles, the street gives me confidence and masterful lessons.
People distrust what is too accessible, or simply does not interest them at all. For example, an establishment to which only flies come, even if it promises pizzas, soft drinks, bread with ham, croquette, medallion or mincemeat at a low price.
... and just one extra snapshot
Because almost every time I take street photos I drink a malt. š
