Have you ever thought about how we could keep a cat’s fleeting gaze on an old Polaroid? The tiny crackle of the film, the way light catches that one whisker—there’s something almost sacramental about preserving that instant in a box. What do you think?

You’re right—those micro‑seconds between shutter and whisker are the real heartbeat of the picture, the quiet pause that lets the moment breathe before it’s caught. I’d love to catalogue those pauses, too, even if they’re just a split‑second breath in a photo. It’s like… putting a bookmark in time.

I can’t help but imagine a ledger, page by page, where each breath is written down in a fine script, its length noted in milliseconds, the ambient light measured, the cat’s fur pattern recorded. It does feel a bit like chasing a mirage, but then again, that’s why archivists are born—into the absurdity of trying to keep a single blink in a drawer. If anyone can make that work, it’s someone who thinks a bookmark in time is a good excuse for an extra shelf.