# Catalog of Igniting An Incense
Catalog of Igniting an Incense - Photography as an Invisible Process
I am conscious of what is happening before my eyes: a whole incense is lit, the tip bursts into a fleeting flame. After a short while (probably instant), the column of ash still remains at the top tensely until its internal dynamic balance is broken, and scatters to the ground. What scatters with it, is my humanity. I transformed from human to animal, my active organs from controlled eyelids to uncontrolled nasal cavities; my invasion of smells as if uncontrollable, my private sniffing as if no one else was there. My being at the mercy of the story: the invading seeing and the invaded smelling.
: You asked me where our photo is.
: I said it's right there, it is quantum, so it's not visible anymore. Our photo has already been ignited the moment we pressed the shutter. The glint we wanted to preserve had passed, and the passionate tension we wanted to keep had been released long ago. So what are you still looking for?
We must have taken a photograph because I have seen the photographic action take place, and the remnants of incense ash on the floor. In the ash are two human figures connected in a head-tilted position; it is the body of the photograph. I had smelled the joy and panic we shared, from thick to light; it is the soul of the photograph. All but I could not only smell it but also see it before, now I could not even smell it. All that remains is the absence of the scent, its incarnation - the scent in the memory. Nevertheless, one day you will encounter the odor again and will be back all at once. Then you will see it one more time, the virtual image of it.
: You asked me where our photo is.
: I said it's right there, it is quantum, so it's not visible anymore. Our photo has already been ignited the moment we pressed the shutter. The glint we wanted to preserve had passed, and the passionate tension we wanted to keep had been released long ago. So what are you still looking for?
We must have taken a photograph because I have seen the photographic action take place, and the remnants of incense ash on the floor. In the ash are two human figures connected in a head-tilted position; it is the body of the photograph. I had smelled the joy and panic we shared, from thick to light; it is the soul of the photograph. All but I could not only smell it but also see it before, now I could not even smell it. All that remains is the absence of the scent, its incarnation - the scent in the memory. Nevertheless, one day you will encounter the odor again and will be back all at once. Then you will see it one more time, the virtual image of it.
2024
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