This is the first photo I snapped with my iPhone… with the protective film on. It looked nice enough to be set as wallpaper. How ironic, a common accidental effect that turned out good enough. It remind me of the cinematographic style of Wong Kar Wai’s ‘My Blueberry Nights’. While watching that film, I was thinking about his romanticism of lights, about how he’s skilful in using them to stir up semi-abstract warm and fuzzy feelings. I thought he overdid it a little.
But here I am, infected by the same romanticism? Guilty as charged. Now, what will be the last image on Wong’s mind while he passes away? Will it be a Blueberry Nights’ image, or another one from his other ‘mood-vies’? What’s more important is what I’ll be attached to? Will it be my favourite worldly wallpaper or the ‘salvific’ vision of Amitabha Buddha with his golden light? The first would keep me bound to Samsara while the other towards its exit. I’d better ensure it’ll be the latter!