Who Are You?

The consciousness behind the lens, the eye of god? Or just the caprice of a friend, a house-mate with nothing to say, hoping that the camera will create its own eloquent expression.

And what of this moment, a visual aspect captured to what end? Will it disappear, or just lie dormant for years, only to resurface in some new context, in some unimagined medium for the eyes of those yet unborn?


Are those the looks of distrust, doubt, disgust or merely impatience with the cook, whose pancakes still aren't ready?

Will they be burnt again?