On the occasion of a dark and drizzly afternoon, I found myself distraught and heartbroken. “What do I do?” I asked a friend, “It's not like the other times; it feels like there's nothing left inside, that I can't go on.” “Of course you can,” she replied, “Just live, find a way to populate the empty spaces. Lose yourself in something.”

We met a year later and I remarked that it seemed that time had simply drifted by. “At least you made some interesting pictures.” I told her I was a fraud, that it didn't really feel like my life, that sometimes when I tripped the shutter, half of me wasn't even there. “Don't worry,” she laughed, “Just don't tell anyone and you'll be fine.”