Time

What is time but the perpetual stagnant present? Each moment that passes by has but a moment of presence in life and then vanishes into the basements or attics of our memory. Watches, clocks, cell phones are mere reminders of this continual strife. By the time one registers the current time it is not longer current but past. Once this photo was captured the time read was lost. Captured ironically in a physical memory a photograph. With no particular meaning this time remains as a part of my phone. The ultimate irony being once I took it, I knew there was no rush to post it because it was already the past.