A photo album; that's where he wanted to live. A place where he could truly be in the moment. He'd flit from picture to picture, an itinerant man of the past. Something just seemed better before, he thought. He liked proof that he was happy, that he was in love. In the present he was never quite sure. Looking out his bedroom window he'd watch the clouds dim the sun and feel that life would always be this way. No moment to count on. Searching through piles of photographs he began to shape his new life. The perfect collage, a bricolage of the best times. A place where he knew his heart would flicker and each day was a day to look forward to.
And so his world was built. A slideshow of seconds. The beginnings of feelings. The hint of movement.
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