How do you think it feels to lose one’s soul? I mean, do you think it’s a gradual, slow death kind of a thing? Like when a lightning bug is put into a closed jar and it slowly suffocates from lack of air and its light flickers and then goes out completely, smothered cruelly into nothingness?  Or is it, maybe, a dulled-brain, synapse thing, like forgetting where you left your keys, instead, you’re wandering around your life forgetting where you left your soul? Could be. Or may

Photography changes everything. With few exceptions, movies were almost always black and white well into the 1950s. They depended on shadows and contrasts to create a graphic mood that was part carefully crafted visual, part imaginary shared memory,    Newspapers didn’t introduce color printing generally until sometime in the 1980s. Prior to that, color was reserved for the comics, also known as the “funny papers” – oh, the irony. Everything else was black and white and crisp