In another time I guess I would have been content with filming girls and cats. But you don’t choose your time.

Rarely has reality needed so much to be imagined.

In another time I guess I would have been content with filming girls and cats. But you don’t choose your time.

And always the animals from each trip you bring back a gaze a pose a gesture that points to the truest of humanity better than images of humanity itself

I’ve been round the world several times and now only banality still interests me.

Nothing sorts out memories from ordinary moments. It is only later that they claim remembrance, when they show their scars.

Who said that time heals all wounds? It would be better to say that time heals everything - except wounds. With time, the hurt of separation loses its real limits. With time, the desired body will soon disappear, and if the desiring body has already ceased to exist for the other, then what remains is a wound, disembodied.