riel

it's rather rare that i write about riel in the third person, but since i write about him so much, i thought it might be time to actually post something about him. he will probably never have his own story, because he already has a million of them, and i can never write down more than one or two scenes from each. don't think this passage is too bad though.


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On the weekends, Riel drives into the city and takes pictures of strangers. With his camera, he finds a public place—he likes the zoo, or cafés, parks, and even just random streets. He’ll sit down somewhere, or wander around, waiting for the things that other people miss, waiting for the light to hit at just the right angle, waint for a woman, unknowing, to bend into just the right shape—and then he captures a split-second of time that is entirely his now. No one can take it away from him, whether it was actually his to live or not. He has in film, in his hands, forever. He thinks, observing is safer than living, anyway.

He takes pictures, hundreds of rolls of film, of people he’s never seen before, and will probably never see again, and that’s how he met Kit and Gaby.