to be in the unlit bedroom, <br />and watch the gleaming world outside, <br />is the closest one can get, <br />to understanding despair; <br /> <br />it is not depression or despair itself, <br />since you have made it like that, <br />but when told, when explained what it is, <br />quite gives a good analogy to good'ol despair. <br /> <br />the camera obscura, is splendorous, <br />when you were the creator of such thing, <br />when you have managed to impress <br />a part of the real and moving world onto blank walls; <br /> <br />imagine, to be able to watch the happy children <br />and their families, and toy pets, smiles and giggles, <br />while laying awake on your bed, <br />entangled in strange knots made of sheets. <br /> <br />one can be shaking, withdrawn, <br />on the verge of tears, <br />and still wrapped in the commonness <br />of what lies outside <br /> <br />it gives us, above all things, <br />a sense of detachment, <br />you are, at the same time, <br />apart of it and out of it; <br /> <br />depression is quite like a <br />camera obscura, <br />but when it is not depression, <br />it can be a rather charming thing.<br /><br />A.R. Brixton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/camera-obscura/
