You’re like a candle in a dark room, throwing light backwards and forwards.

I went in the dark room. It wasn’t filled with photograph negatives, but it was filled with nighttime.

Our room swallowed light whole. Even in summer when sunlight glared through the windows, it was somehow dim inside. Now it was only Easter morning, and the muted sky of early spring offered scant relief...

…I take photographs and I film my own home movies, I have a darkroom as well… but I can’t be a photojournalist like you… I can’t be anything… still, at least I can take photographs,...