I ran my fingers over the books, feeling each story inside the coloured covers. I could imagine them writing every preface just as I’m writing mine, scratching line after line when words did not come out as I wish they would. For a few moments, my body became immobilised and I simply focused on what was around me. I was truly amazed. Bicycles everywhere?
Today I will remember you like this, with a black and white photograph, more precisely black on white. As I was carried away, I began to dream, what would have been the session of the French Joseph Nicéphore Niépce in taking the first permanent photograph of the world, in 1826, in black and white.