In this world, there is no true freeze frame.
Pictures do not escape time.
But they do sit in it.
Pictures are men grabbing at wind to make
themselves feel less beaten by the driving current of this river.
We pinch brushes to pinch moments, feelings, and…
that thing that was just now but now it’s gone.
Did you catch that?
We push buttons and point electric boxes.
Did you get that?
And most of the time we never go back to look.
I got it (I think).
But we feel better, like fishermen hooking everything but reeling rarely.
~N.D. Wilson, Death by Living, p60