Time, That Most Abstract Of Humanity's Homes.

Tiny Details Imperceptible To Us Decide Everything!

In My Photographic Work I Was Always Especially Entranced... By The Moment When The Shadows Of Reality, So To Speak, Emerge Out Of Nothing On The Exposed Paper, As Memories Do In The Middle Of The Night, Darkening Again If You Try To Cling To Them.

At The Time I Could No More Believe My Eyes Than Now I Can Trust My Memory.

It Makes One’s Head Heavy And Giddy, As If One Were Not Looking Back Down The Receding Perspectives Of Time But Rather Down On The Earth From A Great Height, From One Of Those Towers Whose Tops Are Lost To View In The Clouds

How I Wished During Those Sleepless Hours That I Belonged To A Different Nation, Or Better Still, To None At All.