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
I don’t know what to do.
No one’s around.
I didn’t want to wind up like that, that’s for sure.
I sat there a long time in silence, staring at the floor.
They never turned to see me.
I knew what they were doing.
I’d dare myself to go in there, just go in and appear and don’t say a thing.
They never talked.
In another language, in another time, her name meant “happiness”, I guess.
That’s about all I can remember.
Give me a rock to hold.
So time itself will not exist when life ends, as life unevitably must.