It leaves me in awe how some people capture what appears to be eyesores to the naked eye and turn them into grandiose sceneries, its flaws into aesthetics, and the emptiness into substance. That is the magic of the photographers: the transformation of long forgotten or highly damaged edifices, the transition from something that might as well be garbage into relevant and thought provoking messages. If only my mind could work like a photographer does, then maybe I would see clearer answers and not queries in response to former queries too. Maybe I could better understand the depth in reason and appreciate varied viewpoints.
It is tedious to see everything in a blur, to question and be questioned, and to fail and settle for dead ends.