I take over old photographs and fragments of situations in which all these photographs were taken are flying in my mind. Testimony of fleeting moments. Every moment, every moment seems to man at that moment as a space in time that lasts forever. The passage of time, the instability of the moment is only realized in retrospect when one returns to a time episode in thought. Existentially powerful moments that fundamentally affect our lives remain below the thin surface of our memory and are ready to emerge at any time, either to please or to penetrate painfully. Some of them make me horny.