Today (I wrote this text on the 27th of April, 2023), I will write about one idea that appeared in my mind about my final interview.
Last time, I imagined I was lying in old age on my deathbed, and the future author of my biography (published by Taschen) was interviewing me one last time. In my final interview, he asked me where I would go if I could do my two-hour photo walk again. I would tell him I would go straight ahead, as I always do. Do I plan routes for my two-hour walking? Yes and no. Yes, because I usually think of an initial way. Still, often, I do not stick even to my initial plan. Or, I change my initial plan during walking. While walking, I sometimes hum one of the greatest songs ever written.
The tune’s name is “You Never Give Me My Money” by the Beatles. Paul McCartney sings that he had “Nowhere to go.”
When I hear in my mind his singing while walking and doing street photography, euphoria comes to mind. I feel endorphins buzzing in my blood. Why? It is because, for me, “nowhere to go” means I can go everywhere. How happy I am that I live in a free country where I can freely stroll in public places and take shots of mundane reality. Sometimes, I think I do not need anything more except the love of my beloved Kamilka, loving Parents, family, and friends.
What else could I write about my imaginary final interview?
I do not know. I do not know what the future holds. Perhaps I will die alone in my bed, and no one will notice it. For today, I do not worry about it. What I know is that during the transition between the world of life and death, I will be sleeping alone, like all other people.
