The Silent Cameraman

The Silent Cameraman An excerpt Memories are like an hourglass—moments trickle down with time. Some settle clearly at the bottom of our minds, others slip away unnoticed. You can’t turn back time, but you can pause… and reflect on what has fallen through. Memories are like a book—each chapter bound with fragments of our lives. And like a stubborn author, it chooses which moments to keep, which to cross out, and which to repeat until the story of us is written, page by page. And oh, lest I forget… Memories are like a silent cameraman. Framing the moments we forget to pose for. Catching the raw, the ordinary, the fragile—so that even when time rushes forward, something of us always remains.