Origin Story

Subway by Eric Parker Licensed under Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC 2.0)

Hurricane by Misterbates Licensed under Creative Commons CC0 1.0

Children are so honest with their emotions. That level of honesty always resonates and is impressive.  On the left, you see her mother (probably) and a sibling (likely) in a carrier. To the right, you see the subway doors with a sign.  Her mother’s hand suggests consoling or taming unwelcomed behavior. I cannot help but feel she wanted to stand and enjoy the train ride unbridled by safety concerns. Whatever emotion catalyzed her expression, she is not happy with her autonomy being restricted.

Now, there are so many permutations when reading the emotions of a young child. Let’s be honest here – children’s thoughts have no bounds. There could be a WIDE array of reasons why she’s pouting. That level of possibility forced an obligation to craft the story behind the expression.

The audio created an origin story.  The sound starts slowly, then builds — perfect sound to accompany the beginning of an adventure. I imagined the child’s expression becoming the focus of the image… a slow-paced zoom that matches the tempo of the music. At the moment where her eyes and frown are tightly framed, I imagined her verbalized thoughts, rebuking the restricted autonomy and a vow of action recited. She vows to never (blank) again. This is how heroes (or villains) are born.

Without the music, my emotions and thoughts were a bit humorous and tamed. I chuckled to myself, reflecting on the energy levels of parents with young children and was provided nostalgic entertainment.  The image coupled with the audio, was transformative. My imagination was given permission to mirror the boundless possibilities of a young child. My affinity for fantasy fiction likely carved a path to villains and superheroes. Standalone, these two thought paths do not cross. As I write, glancing at the photo without the music, I no longer view the child avenging her stifled train ride, but see a child, doing what children do – experiencing unfettered emotions.  The audio, heard in isolation, takes me somewhere else, no longer associated with the familiar, but to a space more technical and bland. I’m wondering how the person who created the sound did it.  There’s nothing exciting or interesting about that. Cheers to the age of technology where we can easily combine the two.