Hey there,

 

This one is about us humanoids.

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We hereby call upon the long-lived, yet rarely opened, dusty old drawer that holds unrealized prized possessions of many, i.e. real and tangible photographs. Technology might have advanced enough to make a social humanoid robot - Sophia, but lamentably, it has done nothing for flesh-and-blood human wonts. What wonts are these? Earlier, we stored photos in albums, left them neatly arranged in a drawer and forgot about them and now we upload it to the cloud and forget about them (sigh).

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But, long after we forget the existence of the aforementioned drawer, we stumble into it, from time-to-time (3-4 years minimum). And what we find in them is magical, don’t you think?

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One photo in particular caught my eye, on the very sporadic occasion of sifting through old albums. It was my 9th or 10th birthday party, the details are a bit fuzzy but when I look at the picture, it takes me back to the exact moment it was clicked. Why?

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It’s almost a blood moon occurrence today but how many times have you taken a photo and continued being truly happy after? Smile. Smile. Smile. Click. No Smile. Straight face.

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Well, I’m a fan of the photo from my birthday party, not because of the photo itself but the feeling of contentment that continued after. Simpler times. Truly, simpler times.

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It is ironic though. We programmed Sophia to be more human while we take a step in the opposite direction.

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