It's true what they say about cameras. You hold one and look through the lens and everything becomes less real. You're not participating in an event, you're merely recording it - for later visual consumption. Because of this, you are totally safe. It's true.
When the rocks hit in the Sahara, I was there. My boss had gotten a tip from someone in NASA. I'd love to ask him but he got erased with the best of them. Anyway, there I was, sitting in a jeep with my digital camera ready to go. I saw the rocks coming and they were big, they were fast but it was all through the lens. It didn't hurt that I was surrounded by professional soldiers. It didn't even matter when they started to die. I was safe.
You'll hear other survivors talk about the first time they saw a Daet and how scared they were or how they felt their brains snap or whatever but it was clear to me. They were carpets of muscle - flying tongues with no heads attached. Maybe my description comes out just as unbelievable as those folks who still chitter away in the asylums. I don't know. I guess the camera saved me that day and so I'm glad, I guess.
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It's true what they say about cameras. You hold one and look through the lens and everything becomes less real. You're not participating in an event, you're merely recording it - for later visual consumption. Because of this, you are totally safe. It's true.
When the rocks hit in the Sahara, I was there. My boss had gotten a tip from someone in NASA. I'd love to ask him but he got erased with the best of them. Anyway, there I was, sitting in a jeep with my digital camera ready to go. I saw the rocks coming and they were big, they were fast but it was all through the lens. It didn't hurt that I was surrounded by professional soldiers. It didn't even matter when they started to die. I was safe.
You'll hear other survivors talk about the first time they saw a Daet and how scared they were or how they felt their brains snap or whatever but it was clear to me. They were carpets of muscle - flying tongues with no heads attached. Maybe my description comes out just as unbelievable as those folks who still chitter away in the asylums. I don't know. I guess the camera saved me that day and so I'm glad, I guess.
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