Even though some days life is a shit storm and most of things wet paper, I consider myself one of the richest and more fortunate human beings in the world. Wonder is leading and I’m in the good direction. The click must go on.

Pasan los años. Está mal visto comenzar una frase aludiendo al tiempo. Parece una cita negativa. Oculta esa estúpida negación de la muerte en que vive el mundo occidental, escamoteando las heridas, las arrugas, los dolores. Y también, lo más importante, las certezas de la edad, el conocimiento, la perspectiva. [...]

There’s a photograph of a young Doris Lessing sitting on the edge of a bed with white sheets. She is smoking, smiling, looking towards the lens as if she loved the photographer.

Sentado en la terraza del hotel Westin junto a Daryl supe que buscaba ese ojo.

I love her more than I love photography. I’m not composing a visual memoir of our relationship. I refuse to get personal here. Your gaze is up to you. I walk by her side, sometimes delaying my steps to fall behind, just to gain a better perspective of her tender, [...]

Most of the people and things I love to the bones were beautiful, bountiful accidents at the very beginning. It would be risky to abridge memory without blotting out the essential. The true relationship between cause and effect is largelly concealed to the conscious mind. My heart is the ball [...]