Dreams

Some nights I dream of big dreams of faraway lands.

I have been to these places before but did not get to stay. And what more is there to life than getting to stay where you want.

But time passes and things change.

So I look at pictures and imagine myself in them, listening to a record in my New York City apartment, eating at a Parisian cafe. I imagine if the photographer would just be able to shift the lens over a little I'd revealed looking a part of the scene.

But the moment is frozen and the photographer can't pan, and I have to live life without knowing what else could have been captured in the frame.