A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there–even if you put them end to end, they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds, snatched from eternity.
Everything is a subject. Every subject has a rhythm. To feel it is the raison d’être. The photograph is a fixed moment of such a raison d’être, which lives on in itself.
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