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The first image he told me about
was of three children on a road in Iceland, in 1965.
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He said that for him it was the image of happiness
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and also that he had tried several times to link it
to other images, but it never worked.
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He wrote me: one day I'll have to put
it all alone at the beginning of a film
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with a long piece of black leader;
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if they don't see happiness in the picture,
at least they'll see the black.
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He wrote: I'm just back from Hokkaido,
the Northern Island.
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Rich and hurried Japanese take the plane,
others take the ferry:
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waiting, immobility, snatches of sleep.
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Curiously all of that makes me think of a past or future war:
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night trains, air raids, fallout shelters, small fragments
of war enshrined in everyday life.
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He liked the fragility of those moments
suspended in time.
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Those memories whose only function it being
to leave behind nothing but memories.
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He wrote: I've been round the world several times
and now only banality still interests me.
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On this trip I've tracked it with
the relentlessness of a bounty hunter.