To photograph is to hold one's breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It's at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.
Henri Cartier-Bresson
There was no echo.
Gone fishin’
There’s so much stuff in here.
We maintain that the world is an illusion.
I didn’t know you had a roommate.
We have to speak quietly.
Better not to know.
This sort of thing must happen all the time.
Things need to be done right.
What’s outside the window?
It was getting bizarre.
From here on it’s all good.
They were each other’s hostage.
Do not act like a drunken mouse.
That’s not a question I can answer.
They had to put up with her for only one more hour.