The Typing Typewriter Photo
When I got up this morning, I almost stepped on a framed photo of a typewriter on the floor by the bed. Huh? Oh yeah. Now I remember.
Photo of a photo taken by Jason Belaire
Last night around 2 a.m. I awoke to a rattling sound. I flipped on the light and tried to identify the source of the noise. It was the typewriter photo hanging on the wall behind me.
Yeah, I was tired. Fatigue may have impaired my judgment. Was the wall photo really rattling? Well guess what? The noise stopped when I took the photo off the wall. For reals.
(Yes, it’s almost 2012 and I’m still using the phrase “for reals.” Deal with it.)
So what does it mean? I’m talking about the rattling photo, not the phrase “for reals,” which has an obvious connotation involving multiple simultaneous non-conflicting actualities. Was the photo trying to tell me I should write during my sleeping hours? Did the storytelling in my dreamlike state turn auditory in the form of clacking keys? Was the typewriter awakening me to my individual dreams, which just so happens to be the title of the photo? Or telling me my individual dreams might shatter if I’m not careful? In the future should I channel the power of the photographic typewriter to do my writing for me? Did I imagine the whole thing?
Also, is it bad form to take a photo of a photo? Oh well. Too late.
