Mr. Langley…part one

This camera was found in an alley, by Jordon T. Langley, a forty-five year old, accountant, who always wanted to be a photographer.   Langley was…mmmm, a little bit different than most other people who took pictures for fun, or profit.  Years ago, he read an article about people who refused to be photographed because they believed that if they were, the camera would steal their souls.  Mr. Langley didn’t believe in souls, but he was interested in the fact that other people not only believed they had them, they also believed their souls could be taken from them by a box with a lens.

Having no interest in souls, whatsoever, he wondered what else a camera could do, besides taking pictures and stealing things.  He decided to find out.  The next day he handed in his resignation, then went directly to his cubicle.  Having no personal items in his small, square, allotted space, he needed only one very small box to hold the things he took from his desk.  Truthfully, a lunch bag would have done the trick.  Once that task was accomplished, he walked out of the building, a free man.

Mr. Langley had always been single, and there was absolutely no doubt in anyone’s mind that he always would be.  A dull and boring man, he stayed in the background, unnoticed by others, unless they tripped over him, completely forgetting that he was there.  He didn’t mind.  He had gone unnoticed from the beginning.  His family always misplaced him and when he was in school, his teacher constantly marked absent, because she didn’t realize he was sitting in his seat.  And so it went.  No energy flowed from him to others.  If he tried talking to people, they would forget that he was standing in front of them and merely wander off.  He didn’t take it personally, he knew it wasn’t their fault.  He simply didn’t have enough presence to be acknowledged.

But now…Jordon T. Langley had a quest.   Once home, he took the items out of the small box, undid the flaps, folded the box neatly and placed it the recycling bin.  Then he put his eraser, pens and pencils in the table drawer.   He put his calendar on the stand next to his bed, then made his way into the kitchen, where he sat down in front of the camera to make a list of questions to which he would like answers.

  1. Why do people believe in souls?
  2. What do people think souls look like?
  3. What is the purpose of a soul?
  4. What do some people think the camera does with their souls?
  5. Do those people know what film is?  Do they think their souls are ON the film?
  6. What do they believe will happen to them if they think their souls are gone?
  7. Would explaining how a camera works, remove their fear?
  8. Do they think that souls and personalities are the same thing?  Or is it a question of essence?
  9. Should I visit the tribes/people who believe the camera steals their souls?

He read through the questions a number of times, adding and subtracting as he went,  until he finally settled on nine of the answers he most wanted to know. He did not want to travel to far away places, because people might leave him behind, and he could barely take care of himself as it was, so he put that question on the back burner, until the time might come when it was necessary to go somewhere.

He made a pot of coffee, lit a cigarette, and began to examine the camera.  It looked perfectly normal.  He spoke to it, telling it what he was planning to do.  The camera thought it was a great idea.  Then Mr. Langley realized that the camera thought it was a great idea and that, as far as he knew, cameras were not supposed to have an opinion about anything…ever.  He got up and went to the cupboard for a bottle of scotch.  He poured a bit into his coffee and stirred it with a spoon,…while the camera stared at him.




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11 Responses to Mr. Langley…part one

  1. Maybe this why most photographers are far more comfortable behind the camera rather than in front of it. 🤔

    • You could be right. Hahaha, so funny. It was cold today and the wind was nasty. Hope your weather is better than ours.

      • Not much, no. Was 79 on Tuesday, we were having a hurricane on Wednesday, and now it’s in the 30’s. The world has lost its mind. 🤪

      • Wait! You had 79 degrees? THAT is amazing and wonderful. We aren’t anywhere close to that. It was 27 when I went out to feed Emily this morning. Blah. Hurricanes are not good. Hate when the season starts and yes…the weather is insane and the world has lost its mind. Agree. Sun is out today. It’s 41. 🙂 Windy and feels cold.

      • That 79 degree was an anomaly. A cruel joke by the turd that is March. 😏

  2. sabarish says:

    Ha.. That’s interesting. Pls pen down part 2 soon. Like me, hope many will be waiting. 🙂

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