Creative Piece inspired by "A pause, a rose, something on paper"

A Moment, Grain, an Image on Paper
Time stopped grey, a single figure walking alone on the pavement, shrunk by the giant structures surrounding him. He tightens his overcoat as he hurries. The edges dissipate into an endless black. But time is now captured in moving, high definition color. The man, the sidewalk, the buildings are stuck in an abstract, grainy moment. Grain exudes emotion. Now we've opted out for pixels. Images are always contorted in a lens, bounced around inside a light-tight box. The crude moments were noted on silver crystal emulsion. Now we neatly compress our pixels into perfection. Darkrooms are casinos. Here I have invited in the random. What is random is never wholly random; it is always connected by a thin silk thread. Silk threads can be carelessly snapped between two thoughts. No mirrors. No windows. Wasted paper for that one un-wasted sheet costs money in any language. Cancer chemicals serenade the fixed air. Before the casino, a photographer paints a soul in a portrait. After gambling hours away, the photographer has an image of a single girl or boy, man or woman, in which we make up a story to categorize him or her. Lesson children: the photographer never captures, simply creates.