I could look at these endlessly.

Partly because these Polaroids describe feelings that everyone is familiar with, in that everyone knows they cannot be avoided.

Mostly because these Polaroids describe these feelings in such an efficient way, that they seem funny and, for a moment, you believe this efficiency is humanly possible.

It was difficult to choose one, so I chose two. These are mine:

Choose yours!

  • WWH

    Hey this computer system looks in trouble. That’s why I use sandbox environment for everything so I don’t have to take Polaroids, however I pick the: “remember you will die”

  • Sier Pino Vaso

    “Loading existential crisis”…..and…..” preparing to empty the heart….from trash” 😛

    • joravaso

      hahaha duhet te kishte perfshire “trash”. Mbas komentit tend e kuptova qe eshte nje mungese e madhe ne kete seri!

  • Blerina Shehu

    Lovely interactive post. I first chose “are you sure you want to erase all feelings?”. than i realized that i wasn’t and it’s always the same history repeating :p … maybe i can more easily choose “loading existential crisis”, a great classic, always on time. however, all that aside, this “exercise” reminded me of the wonderful “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” and the following verses of Pope (though I don’t envy vestal’s life):
    “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
    The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
    Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
    Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d”.

    • joravaso

      I’m glad you made the connection to the film and the poem.

      Alexander Pope in his poem suggests how love is sort of God’s revenge on humans,
      “The jealous God, when we profane his fires,
      Those restless passions in revenge inspires;”

      Pope implies that love brings the worst kind of suffering. Those who are suffering, would want to “erase” all feelings, memories, etc. Yet, this solution (as you said) shouldn’t automatically be envied. The vestal’s lot may seem enviable at certain moments, but it is perhaps a worse fate:

      For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain
      A cool suspense from pleasure and from pain;
      Thy life a long, dead calm of fix’d repose;
      No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows.
      Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow,
      Or moving spirit bade the waters flow;
      Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv’n,
      And mild as opening gleams of promis’d heav’n.

  • Yiannis

    Heart not ejected properly!:) that one is perfect for me! Hahaha