Quando strappi una foto è come strappare pezzi di un’anima…

Immortalare un attimo, appunto, renderlo immortale, senza tempo, bloccare tutto in quello scatto, quell’emozione, quello sguardo, che non sarà mai più uguale…

E poi le vedi lì, in mille pezzi, e ti chiedi se ti hanno portato via un pezzo di te…

// Choose life…//

Choose life.

Choose a job.

Choose a career.

Choose a family.

Choose a fucking big television,

Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers.

Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.

Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.

Choose a starter home.

Choose your friends.

Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.

Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.

Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.

Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life …

But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

- Trainspotting -