You know, sometimes you find people very confusing. You look at their faces and the only thing you can read is "lie to me". Or "I'm afraid". Or "Who am I ?".
And sometimes, very rarely but sometimes, here is what you read : "Who are you ?"
You know, sometimes you try & close the door and they hit the door so violently that they break the door, it falls into pieces, and the fist goes straight in your face. And they don't even look at you straight in the eyes.
And sometimes, very rarely but sometimes, here is what you think : "I wish I could hit them back"
You know, sometimes someone is asking you : "Who said that life was made of softness ?" and you remember you said first : "I wish that life is softer where you are, wherever it is."
And sometimes, not rarely but most of the time, you remind that you're always happy when you take photographs. Life is soft in the land of photography, the only thing you give back is an image, and at this very precise moment you know who you are.