Stephane .

I want to take pictures of things that won't exist for long.

I have spent a lot of my life expecting to figure out some grand purpose for existence. It seems to me that many wise and respectable humans devote their time to this pursuit, but I do not find their conclusions any more convincing than my own anecdotal explanations.

There are moments when the correct action to be taken is clear, and I live for these. As for all of the hours in between that must be filled? I propose more climbing of trees and riding of trains.

I seek to share moments with people who aren't afraid of pointlessness, who don't have a tidy laced-up story to tell, or a shiny logical-falacy-ridden philosophy to defend.

I am listening for the tiny decibles of samba pulsing in the background. I hope to be convincing when I pretend that this absurd dance is a meaningful purpose in itself.