I don’t really want to be a professional photographer. I just want to take photos of people and places so that I can attempt in my own futile way to catch the passage of time, the ethereal moments of being in existence. That is why I love old photographs, even if they are not the most ”artistic” kind. If a photo is labeled with a date and features people, I can’t help but imagine the triumphs and pitfalls of their life, if they ever loved somebody, if they had kids, if they got sick, if they ever thought of aging and time as they got closer to death. Then I do a mental calculation to see whether they would be alive or dead now. At last, I think of which decade it will be when I am old..and if I’ll have done anything with my life by then. I hope so. Though I know hoping is useless. So I should really say, I plan to.