Trigger vs Trigger, Shoot vs Shoot, Ow vs Ow
We shiver from anxiety. Acknowledging, the fact that beautiful time and space I have experienced will fully disappear, and in addition those memories and the subject of the memories, I, are no exception to the disappearance is ever, so, clear, to, me.
Such anxiety is likely stemming from the obsession of memento mori, from the desire wishing to own the time and space I’ve experienced, that it must be owned by me, and that only its possession will complete the memory.
Appearance and fast distribution of camera effectively took care of such desire and anxiety. It seemed to take care of them. Or rather than taking care, it had amplified everything. Therefore Susan Sontag’s words stating “Photographs are perhaps the most mysterious of all objects that make up, and thicken the environment we recognize as modern” is appropriate. She had added. “Photographs really are experience captured, and the camera is the ideal arm of consciousness in its acquisitive mood.”
However, I’m afraid I must alter her words as below.
“In short experience must be something captured in photos, and camera is the most ideal tool for human desire to capture and preserve the experience and at the same time a tool that distorts the desire in the most strangest way.”
The child and the father visited the ‘Military Show’ where you can see, touch, and try state of the art weapons. It was a festival planed to service, quite a few purposes ; improvement of military reputation, promotion of defense industry and international interactions, recruitment of special forces, display of strong US-Korea alliance, and push for local economy. Under the title of field studies, children and their mothers and fathers gathered in. Parents are pleased as their children giggles. Beautiful and precious moments that should be remembered forever. Children form a line to get on the Black Hawk combat helicopters. They grasp handles of machine guns. Virtual magazines are loaded and triggers pulled. As they did in the skies of Somalia October 1993, the machine guns go off freely.
“Where are you looking! Shoot looking here.” Father delivers operation orders to his child. Then he takes a pistol out of his pocket and aims at the kid. “Now shoot looking at Daddy. That’s right! Good!” The child fires at father, father shoots the pistol at his child. Flash lights flicker. Gun vs gun, eye vs eye, shoot vs shoot, gasp vs gasp. Experience, captured. Thus established.