Everything around us is dull and dead except for the box of old photos. Nothing moves in the box yet it feels so lively when going through it. You are lost in the moment and the only thing that is constant is you breathing and that smile on your face; smile that was not there a moment before and will turn off the moment you are done. People come and go, some for hours, some for years and life goes on. But the pictures, they remain… retaining the life as it was. Unlike us.