Walking After Midnight

The cloak of the night sky contrasted with the hard light from the street lamps seems to abstract reality; the rest of the town is dark, save for the sprinkling of lights at a distance.

Two friends exchange their goodbyes, there is no need to hurry.

Down the street the stranger with his antique camera records the scene, and that moment, or a least a shadow of it, is preserved.

On some other night someone else will walk down that street, someone who had seen the photograph previously but forgotten it.

The sense of deja vu will be palpable, but it is only a trick of memory, and signifies nothing.