The Mind Camera

At first, my hands are confused, grabbing into empty pockets, missing the metal rectangle to fiddle with. Involuntarily, my neck begins to straighten from its usual crooked “staring-at-a-mini-screen“ angle.Looking up, I start to really see what’s in front of me without trying to capture it through my mobile’s lens. The self-created electronic barrier is eliminated, my environment becomes alive before my eyes, and I relax. Automatically, my mind camera is zooming in. Walking to the shore, withstanding the salty wind, the mind camera clicks away. The sky appears to be melting into the sea, and infinite shades of blue become one. A work of art created by nature’s paintbrushes and sheer whim. Imperfect perfection, without being retouched or disturbed by artificial filters.I’m climbing a mountain; the air is getting thinner. Out of nowhere, a majestic eagle is approaching, wings flapping, and starts to circle over my head. I hear its scream and spot its brown feathers. Shuttering lids, my eyes don’t lose a second of this glorious moment, recording real-time pictures.Walking into a café, the mind camera takes random snapshots of daily life: The artsy flower vase on the wooden table, the bubbly milk froth topping my coffee cup, my husband’s bright eyes glancing at me, a friend’s smile, walking over. Random scenes and minutiae details, saved — for eternity? At least, I’m ready to browse through later, whenever I fancy.

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