Full text by Connie Hunter for La Revista El Universo
What I learned when shared with others a time of life ? These records they keep humans living today and that while arriving to forget , experiences make them better people. The tourist walks today without large appliances . The cameras are only good for pictures are used by expert photographers or , conversely , by inexperienced mobile users . With its tiny wonders and capture images up , send them , share them and interact virtually and sometimes up to block out everything around them .
A curious and repetitive scene that I have seen , and perhaps many of you , are the moments of selfies . Lovebirds , friends, families cheek to cheek as not to be left out of the frame meet. Les went wrong. The repeated. They meet again, now making other gestures . They kiss , hug, make pout or smile as if they were living the happiest time of their lives . Once they had the almost perfect image, and start up the ” tageo ” . Then the next says ” lets see how it went .” The other asks ” I do not date ugly upload ” . The other, ” pásamela for whatsapp to have it.”
Suddenly , a voice calls from afar saying ” hey , we’re leaving .” They run the place and stays there and does not even know if they saw it. The only certainty is that all went away with a cute picture. They were contemplating themselves as closed frame that could be taken anywhere .
Then go to a restaurant and the dish you are serving is so original that also worth registering. Start again the arduous but fun task of sharing , tagearlo , and comment that you can go to lunch .
Arriving ride you can not miss the Facebook status that explains how much fun the day was . All the ” friends” can say something back , as they have been shared images .
Everyone who was in attendance even so , delight seeing the photos. Not only selfies , of course. There are also landscapes and details, a virtual gallery that may well be lost on any external memory device and may never be seen again . Or you may suddenly appear to show others the ” life experiences ” registered .
Weather and special moments pass , accumulate and , as if collective Alzheimer’s, forget . Luckily these devices, servile robots of our brain, we remember them.
That’s when he lost the question what is ? In all we will register the time and save the image to contemplate anything. We allow life experience is something of the old generations or opposite individuals radical technological development ?
What smelled that place I photographed ? How was the dish I ate ? What I learned when shared with others a time of life ? These records they keep humans living today and that while arriving to forget , experiences make them better people . Fortunately , those to which humans are evolving more than the model cell that carry in her purse also exist.