There is something about using expired film, and it is not about low cost (at least not in my case). It’s something similar to those times when we try to use again our old laptops with Windows 98, or our vintage Walkman and audio tapes.We may have more modern machines than those, but we tend to get back to the old ones, just to check if they still work and why not, try to fit them back into our life. Although we somehow know they won’t.
We get melancholic about them old fashioned items we still have up in the attic. Sometimes they still work, sometimes they don’t, and we hold in our hands again those marvels of technology (well, they were in their time), and we remember our youth, how modern we thought we were, and waves after waves of emotions shower us.
But after we check them things out, we sigh and put them back in their box, and in the attic again they go. We return to the now and today. There’s no room for those old things in our life anymore. Using long expired film is fun, and old jolly times are with us again. But they seem out of this world, because yesterday has its place in the today’s time. It’s called “memories”. We cherish them, but yesterday’s yesterday, no matter what.