Byeong Doo Moon. I Have Been Dreaming to be a Tree.
Made With Paper
It was a sunny summer afternoon, July 29, 1925. Harry Warnecke, a photographer for the New York News, got a phone tip that a cat trying to carry its kittens home was tying up traffic because a policeman had stopped the cars on a busy street (Centre Street) to allow it to cross. Warnecke arrived after the event was over, but he convinced the policeman and cat’s owner to allow him to recreate the scene. Despite the policeman’s initial reluctance, the cat’s inclination to cross the street diagonally instead of in front of the cars, and furious honking motorists, Warnecke finally got his shot — after three attempts. (x)
^ I love that officer.
“Whatever isn’t tucked quickly into the heart will vanish
They go up in flames in an instant
The day’s events, all tossed into a graveyard
The warmth of the sea
The burning sun
The scent of the forest
They’ll never surface again
The world erases all traces of our existence
Everything vanishes in the blink of an eye
Death turns us into data, our stories told by the living
In their own interpretation, mixing in lies with truth.”