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And In Another Year Everything Will Be Different Yet Again. It Is Always Like That, And Always Will Be; You Are Forever Standing On The Brink, In A Place Where You Cannot See Ahead; There Is Nothing Of Which To Be Certain Except What Lies Behind. This Should Be Terrifying, But Somehow It Is Not.

Wars Are Fought By Children. Conceived By Their Mad Demonic Elders, And Fought By Boys.

The Photograph Is Concerned With The Power That The Past Has To Interfere With The Present: The Time Bomb In The Cupboard.

If We Had Not Met, That Day, I Think I Would Have Imagined You Somehow.

All History, Of Course, Is The History Of Wars.