Being a guest in a hostile* academy.
(* friendly fire, don’t worry)
A surviver’s perspective.
At a theatre.
A tuesday’s perspective. Trying to teach them how to be astonished daily…
A monday’s perspective.
A saturday’s perspective.
Teaching. Docendo discimus, Seneca said.
My personal surveymonkey at work. I cannot stop him.
I wish I only saw the beauty of it all.
The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people’s reality, and eventually in one’s own. Susan Sontag
After my mother’s funeral.
It is intolerable to have one’s sufferings twinned with anybody else’s.
(Till sunday, in a library)
Life stops and goes on, simultaneously
My first sunday as an official, elderly orphan.
It is not altogether wrong to say that there is no such thing as a bad photograph — only less interesting, less relevant, less mysterious ones.
The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people`s reality, and eventually in one`s own. Susan Sontag
‘Like the collector, the photographer is animated by a passion that, even when it appears to be for the present, is linked to a sense of the past.’ Susan Sontag.
‘Narratives can make us understand. Photographs do something else: they haunt us.’
‘Photographs objectify: they turn an event or a person into something that can be possessed.’
A summary of three days.
‘All memory is individual, unreproducible’, Susan Sontag.
“There is the satisfaction of being able to look at the image without flinching. There is the pleasure of flinching.”
A day’s self-fulfillment at the end.
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