Ours is a society in which secrets of private life that, formerly, you would have given nearly anything to conceal, you now clamor to get on a television show to reveal.
To collect photographs is to collect the world.
I want to save my soul, that timid wind.
A thing is a thing, not what is said of that thing.
Lying is an elementary means of self-defense.
As objects of contemplation, images of the atrocious can answer to several different needs. To steel oneself against weakness. To make oneself more numb. To acknowledge the existence of the incorrigible.