I live in such a cruel world that, for some people, even dying is better than living. I might never be able to relate to that, but just attempting to imagine how they feel is sad.
And besides, is death really so terrible a thing? It seems terrible to you, because you are young, but who is to say he is not better off now than you are?
Donna Tartt, The Secret History, p540
The person who has died is rid of all pain, but it leaves the living in pain. How do I think about this? Do they live so that others are happy? Or do they die so that they are finally free of pain and suffering? Who inflicted the pain on them, anyway?
Thoughts on the photo:
I feel sad when I look at this photo. The dad lifts his daughter, hoping that she will get a better view of the show. And he, all he sees is his daughter’s back. Maybe it was her first time seeing ‘snow’. I wonder what her expression was and the emotions she was feeling. What stood out to me from that moment was when the show was over, the music went out, the ‘snow’ stopped falling, the lights went back on, the crowd dispersed and went on with their lives. The change in atmosphere was so drastic. I was snapped back to reality in that instant. I hope the girl remembers, whatever she saw and felt.
From a technical perspective, I like how the photo turned out. We only got to the show when it was ending and I took a while to fish for my camera from my bag. I didn’t have time to adjust the settings so I just pressed the shutter. I remember feeling very happy about how it turned out.
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