The camera sees what we can't imagine.nPlease, please, please, I don't want to return.nI don't want to return...nLike the immature child screams I don't want to leave!nThese are the materials of dreams.nnAnd those first few photos taken,ncolors we'd never see, unimaginable hues.nWhile Earth is so ordinary.nnThe carnival screams of kidsnare reminiscent of the astronauts.nNo, I don't want to return...n