This too was a moment.

This too was a moment that hovered there, before me. Beautiful, tender, and fleeting.

But the truth is, sadly, that not all of these moments have any meaning to me. Here, in this photo, it looks like a moment captured of a girl I might have once loved. It is sweet, earnest, and loving. But actually, this is after a job in a cab ride back to the office. I don't remember her name, and I doubt is she remembers mine. I saw her once, maybe twice in my whole life. I don't actually know her at all. There isn't even a faint story of a dreams between us. It was work. And a hard days work at that.

Strange isn't it? Beauty possibly being meaningless.