Last night, while the soft lights of my room blinked on the screen, I looked at my reflection in the camera. Not that of the screen, but the real one, the one that appears when you lower your guard and let the thoughts sneak among the seconds of silence.Sometimes I wonder how others see me. Am I just an image, a moment of distraction, a passing fantasy? Or maybe, in some corner of someone’s mind, I leave a deeper footprint. Don’t know. What I know is that every laugh, every game of looks, every shared story, is real at that moment. And that is enough for me.I like to think that, in the end, beyond the lights and shadows, what really connects us is what we leave in the other, even for a moment.
Marlon Gael: Medium Light Reflections