Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.
A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.
To eat, to speak, to sing (need we add: to kiss?) are operations which have the same site of the body for origin.
When we look at a photograph of ourselves or of others, we are really looking at the return of the dead.
All of a sudden it didn't bother me not being modern.
The haiku reproduces the designating gesture of the child pointing at whatever it is (the haiku shows no partiality for the subject), merely saying: that!