Paris iPhone Photo Chronicles
~ Inhale; Exhale; Smile; Repeat... ~
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There's something ultimately melancholy about clearing up at night; it's the end of something which can never be recaptured. Of course, if it's the end of a shitty night then good riddance to bad rubbish and so much the better, but still.

Maybe I'm over philosophising or romanticising a simple routine task but this always happens when I observe someone performing repetitive action. Especially one where they'll be doing the opposite a few hours later. Like Eurostar drivers. I sometimes look down on them in their cabins from a strategically situated bridge, getting ready to head off under the channel to deposit their charge an ocean away, only to come back to square one a few hours later. A worthy endeavour, surely. But ultimately futile as a way of leading a life you might be tempted to think.
Stacking up chairs; unstacking them again. Chugging between Paris and London, day in day out. Going out for a drink, raising the glass, lowering it, a hundred times, going home again. Going to work every day; and home again. Writing an article; sending it. Raising the camera to the eye, clicking, lowering it. Such insignificant and banal actions make up our lives, there's no getting away from it. And in the end I guess you either accept them as and for what they are, or you try to make them more significant and less banal.
There, that's another piece written and I have no idea where it came from. Yes I have, it came from that photo above, the one of the guy and his chairs. Shame I can't tell him that his banal, repetitive actions made my day just a little bit brighter after all.
And why not...
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© 2012 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free - Contact me directly for photo tours, interviews, exhibitions, etc.
© 2012 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free - Contact me directly for photo tours, interviews, exhibitions, etc.