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Rest In Peace Photograph book
by VARR$ITY


Reminiscing about previous years when face-to-face interaction was the most natural method of communication between people. The era when people made it apart of their routine to come over to your house just to catch up, even if it was only brief. Real phone conversations were considered to be normal and not taboo. Just because you use your phone to communicate with people thru the all mighty “text message” doesn’t really count. When was the last time you actually heard someone’s voice or looked them deeply in the eyes without the aid of a computer screen?

Technology is an exceptional tool. Individuals have a task at hand to create equilibrium by bringing balance that will keep us grounded and make sure cyberspace doesn’t completely control everything that makes us human.

Remember going over someone’s house and sitting on the couch with the plastic still on? And if you wore shorts the plastic was capable of getting stuck to your legs. It was always a coffee table or at least a substitute for one where you would find a book full of photographs that were craving attention. The pictures inside were almost speaking a silent language that had some sort of weird communication with your brain that said “Pick Me Up” because they wanted to be seen.

People often say “pictures are worth a thousand words.” The priceless smiles, the backyards bar-b-que’s, the birthday parties that always magically transformed into an excuse for parents to get drunk, the graduations from kindergarten all the way up to high-school, the childbirths, marriages, and pictures of seven layered wedding cakes, pictures of the family gathering around the Christmas tree, snag-a-tooth siblings trying to eat a slice of watermelon on a hot sunny day, zipped up rugrats in snowsuits trying to build a snowman for the very first time, and card parties where people pretended it was their birthday so they used a safety pen to tag money on themselves with hopes of others giving them money. Pictures are good for bringing back sentimental memories. I’m speaking about the photograph books that once took you down memory lane.

Want to see how someone is doing? No problem! Just type in the web address to their personal page to see the updates in their life and what they’re doing, how they’re doing, what they have planned for the weekend, if they’re in a relationship or not, and the list goes on. Pay close attention to how they smile for the digital camera.

Why call to hear someone’s voice when one can send a text and imagine how they would sound by reading what they say? What’s the point in meeting up with someone to see them in the flesh when all one has to do is check their web page to see updated photos? Modern day technology makes it to where you don’t need to flip pages as the heavy book of pictures rest on your lap because web pages has it to where you can even make a slideshow. Groovy!

Rest In Peace to the photograph book that once called the coffee table home. Sorry, but you’re no longer needed. The thing that’s missed the most is how that book on the coffee table told stories. So much history was revealed with every page that was turned.

Maybe I’m one of those people that’s stuck in a different era like the guys who get out of prison and still rock a Jerry Curl or a High-top fade? I’m just missing the past.

R.I.P Mr. Photograph book. See you in the next lifetime.

Deuces!

VARR$ITY