Nobody knows where I am, he said, returning to the camera. Nobody saw me come in, nobody but you knows I’m here, these photos will be the only proof. And each of us would tell it differently, I imagine, if not immediately then in the future. Click. That’s why I like my camera. It’s objective. It provides me with a clear record, but even so, nobody will really know what went on inside this room except us, they’ll only be able to infer that you sat on a bed with the light falling prettily like that, and even my memory of it will be different, I imagine, after some time has passed. Click. Maybe I
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