I was thrown into this world — got to thinking about it.
I think about the traces of past events, and imagine those yet to come.
I find the black-and-white landscapes of my childhood on my biking trips.
I observe life on the streets, trying to make sense of it through
choreography and rhythm — a documentary spectacle unfolding.
Some things remain beyond what can be seen.
In the end, the photograph must disappear.