These are our symptoms and our monuments. I want simply to save them. I want to photograph the disappearing past of our culture – because we tend while living here and now to only percieve what is random, and barren, and formless about it. While we regret that the present is not like the past and despair of its ever becoming the future, its inscrutable habits lie in wait for their meaning. I want to gather them because they will have been so beautiful. They are the proof that something was there and no longer is. And the stillness of them is boggling. We turn away but when we come back they will still be there looking at you. You can’t win because when you do you have so much to lose

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