In a different forum, I was exchanging some thoughts with John Kelly and, as we were talking about destroying old photos, I wrote: I have always trouble destroying photographs, it makes me feel weird, almost like I am destroying a part of existence. Photography testifies the existence of its subjects.Just today, I was reorganizing my prints archive and I had to pick quite a few photographs for the trash. That weird feeling came back: I was destroying the only evidence of the existence of the subjects or pieces of time that were captured in those prints. If I see things this way, every photograph in the world is important and valuable. This could also be one of the reasons why I like to use film, because I need to have something tangible in my hands after I take the shot; I need to have the negative film as material evidence of a piece of time that is gone so quickly that never even existed. Only by holding the celluloid between my fingers I know that that piece of time actually existed. How do you relate to these ideas?