Huffington Magazine Issue 89 | Page 81

Exit let me “relive life’s special and everyday moments,” as the ad copy on the camera’s sleek box had promised. When I scrolled through the thousands of photos it captured, I had the feeling of discovering entirely new dimensions to an experience I thought I knew. It both jogged my memory and fiddled with it. I’m crushed to discover someone sneering at me as I passed by her, leaving me obsessed trying to explain this mystery enemy I ticked off for unknown reasons. A picture of me gesticulating while I chat with a friend caught him looking miffed at our conversation. But since the Narrative can only tell me that we were talking — not what we were talking about — I can’t remember if I said something that might have irked him. Should I apologize? For what? Was it an awkward remark, or just the shutter’s awkward timing? And then there’s watching my bad habits replayed over and over and over during the hundreds of photos during my workday — the nibbling, the lip-biting, the squinting, the snacking. Cruel and unusual punishment indeed. The Narrative Clip lets me see my life through someone else’s eyes TECH HUFFINGTON 02.23.14 — or in this case, the unfocused and impartial eye of a machine. Its blunt record can expose our faults. As Bush wrote, “Presumably man’s spirit should be elevated if he can better review his shady past and I’m crushed to discover someone sneering at me as I passed by her, leaving me obsessed trying to explain this mystery enemy I ticked off for unknown reasons.” analyze more completely and objectively his present problems.” And yet, as any historian knows, reconstructing our past requires interpretation along with the facts. Even if an all-capturing camera provides us with a photo documentary of our lives, we still get final say when inventing the story that goes with it. That picture of my friend, for instance. I just remembered what was happening: He was taken aback by the brilliant, inspired and utterly earth-shattering observation I’d made that same moment. At least the picture doesn’t say otherwise.