I was leisurely walking in the room. There was only one guest left. A woman sat alone drinking a cup of coffee. She looked dignified, only perhaps a little too trusting. It must be something went wrong for her; she was trying not to let her hand shake when she moved the coffee cup to her lips. There was an air of sadness, only able to change by the sound of radio music from the kitchen and the smiling face of a girl in a photograph above the counter.

 

The whole night, there were not many guests visiting, everyone felt quite bored and had nothing to do. No new crosswords in the magazines, no special things to talk about and no food needed to cook. So everyone held a newspaper and waited for closing time. I also sat in front of a table, eating a piece of chocolate and occasionally drinking a glass of orange juice. Then suddenly I noticed a small toy was hanging on the doorknob and dancing nervously in the breeze when people passed by. “It looks interesting, whose toy?” I walked close to it and shot a picture, and then walked to one of my colleagues and showed her my photo. “See, it is interesting.” “Yes, it is.” Then she started talking about the stories of the background poster, which only could be seen on a small part in my photo. Listening to her talking carefully, the small toy seemed not to exist in her eyes, but there were so many stories included in this simple image. For example, the reasons of keeping the poster on the door for many years; the event that happened on that date; the original color it should be…

 

Then I started discovering an unexpected fact between the image in front of our eyes and the content that we are able to read in our mind. The way of seeing seems much to depend on the personal multiple experiences or emotions, sometimes contradictory, sometimes simplex… It is so different with the monocular vision of a lense.

 

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I already felt dizzy when the bus stopped at my place, my senses needed to read just themselves to the firm land, to the wind and to the sound of night.