Escaping Reality
The polaroid picture was out of focus, and its content was quite unrecognisable. The warm colours dispersed throughout the image, creating yellow and orange patterns towards the centre of the captured photograph. The elements shot from above and contained in a glass container were only used by humans as means of escaping reality.
It consumed them.
Trapped them.
Addicting,
detrimental devices.
The filters’ orange colour emerged from the rectangular enprint, as all of the cigarettes the glass contained were exhausted until their very end. My roommate had decided to collect them a while ago, and now we accumulated them in our home, as they kept increasing and increasing. Soon the glass will be full, and I guess we’ll have to decide what to do with it. Who knows, maybe we’ll keep the cigarettes, or maybe they’ll just end up on the dirty sides of the sidewalk; not like they’d be the only ones residing there.
Society has surrounded us by tobacco, lighters, and matches, that constantly draw us towards the act of smoking. Society has, probably unconsciously, given cigarettes a connotative meaning, and at a young age we start smoking because it’s considered ‘cool’ by our friends.
Ignite.
Inhale.
And exhale all of that attitude and power we insecure kids have always longed for.
It consumes us.
Traps us.
Addicting,
detrimental devices.
