I ended up looking at Pink Floyd photos again last night. Not sure why that happened honestly. I was just supposed to clear out some old folders on my laptop, like actual “do productive stuff” type of plan, and somehow I opened this random folder called “music archive old” that I forgot even existed.
And inside it there were like a bunch of images, kind of messy, not labeled properly. I guess I must’ve downloaded them years ago. And there it was… Pink Floyd stuff. Live shots, studio photos, some black and white ones that look like they were taken in a completely different world or something. I don’t really know how to explain it but I just stopped what I was doing and started scrolling.
It’s weird because I don’t even think I was planning to listen to them or anything. I just… looked. One photo led to another. I kept opening new tabs like “just one more.” That always happens.
There was this one image of them during a concert, I think it was from the 70s? The lighting was kind of foggy, like smoke everywhere, and you can barely see faces clearly. And I kept zooming in like that would somehow make it more real. It didn’t, obviously, but I still did it.
I guess what hit me a bit was how calm everything looks in those photos, even though I know their music is not exactly “calm.” It’s intense, layered, kind of overwhelming sometimes. But the photos… they feel almost still. Like frozen noise, if that even makes sense. Not sure it does.
At some point I realized I hadn’t moved for maybe like 20 minutes. Just sitting there, scrolling through what someone online probably titled something like “26 Best Pink Floyd Photos” or something similar. I didn’t even question the number. 26 feels oddly specific anyway.
There’s also something strange about seeing musicians like that, in moments you know they didn’t think would be frozen forever. Just mid-expression, mid-performance, not aware that someone like me years later would be staring at it on a random Thursday night.
I closed the folder once, but then opened it again like a minute later. That kind of loop you get stuck in when you’re not really tired enough to sleep but also not really doing anything meaningful.
I don’t know. I guess I just stayed there longer than I should’ve. Eventually I did close everything, but the images kind of stayed in my head for a bit after. Especially the darker ones, the ones with heavy shadows and stage lights cutting through smoke.
Anyway, nothing deep happened I guess. Just me, a folder I forgot about, and Pink Floyd photos I didn’t expect to care about that much at 1 a.m.
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