I was very upset with my own emotions.
I have never felt so much grief over the death of another person.
I still haven’t sorted it out.
I am sure that women who have been through a similar experience will understand.
We were comrades.
No matter how much I think about it, there is no answer, and I hate how absurd it is.
I think about her life.
Why? I will never find an answer to that question.
Still, if I am still alive, I think the only thing I can do is to live and fight against that absurdity.
And being as happy as possible is the only revenge against that absurdity.
While being satisfied with my life.
My enemy is myself.
Never give up on yourself.
I have changed from ‘photographing to live’ to ‘living to photograph’.
I will continue to live to photograph.
For me, the act of photography is a form of defiance.