(Lately I’ve been asking myself why we accept these interventions in our environment. There must be a catholic explanation for it, which I’m about to discover.)
‘To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s mortality, vulnerability, mutability. precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.’
‘There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything that he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.’