(An excerpt from some journal entries in Spain. 4/5/2006)
They asked me to take their photo.
I don’t know why.
They are complete strangers on the street.
The first words they said to me:
They would never see it.
Why do they want me to have a record
of their stupidity
of their drunkenness
of their narcissism?
Why waste my film, my time, my money for them?
But I pointed the camera, adjusted the lens, pressed my finger on the shutter release.
<<OK>> I tell them, and smile.
Except it’s a lie, I never released the shutter
released the mirror
revealed the film
They were doubtful.
<<No hay flash>> I explain to them. That was true.
And they went off satisfied with my lie.
And I am OK with that.
Except that now I don’t remember how they look.