SUBCONSCIOUS UPLOADING
25 March 2008
Video inserts. I moved them around to make a collage. But not with Final Cut or with my hands. Mind moving frames. Jesse, in a suit, in the left of the frame, singing no keyboard. Shadow in the distance. Ultra marine low lit blue. Black and white 60s TV dominates the centre, emitting the static we remember as the past.
Flicker out and switch to Tanya Pea.
Upload the soccer video. Without the ball or the players or the field. Although, there was a field, a green field, and flowers poke out of the grass. Flowers. They just grew. What were they? We know data rates not names of flowers. The sun shines, warm on naked skin. Slight figure before the camera. Love camera. Boyfriend camera. God camera. He looks like my reflection with a metal outer shell and I see me through his eyes. Watch myself sing the words. Miss a line. Slow motion look away. Step towards the lens. Close up memory moment when innocent happiness finds forever. I bite my lip a little and smile at my mistake.
