Photography was once our great conveyor of the insufficient.
There's basic information, proudly unusable and hollow, but fixed.
What you thought was there was not there, and you too become nothing.
A double impenetrable. Contrary to our age, photography once completely disproved coordinates (the diary aides, but not police-work; it is pure paper). Photography is at least two, and never one. To the point of cliche: Bresson's fake film-within-the-film in Four Nights of Dreamer: the dying pulls out a photomaton of his beloved.
They carry nativeness / To a conclusion / In suicide.
We want to defend / Limitation / And do not know how.
- C. Pavese and Constance Dowling
- George and Mary Oppen