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.
It was beautiful!
That wasn’t what I’d wanted to know.
I believe I have misinterpreted the situation.
One kind of weakness feeding on another.
Anyway it was the only entertainment on offer.
We felt we had our place in time.
I didn’t know, and didn’t want to know.
People like us, we can’t be nostalgic.
You’ll have a lot to talk about.
Some facts were immutable, unavoidable.
A connection with no precise beginning or end.
We used to think they were so idiotic.
This was a place in which I was happy.
We were the weak and they were the strong.
This did not go unnoticed.
Perhaps this kind of thing would have happened anyway.