The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying. – John Berger
What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time. – John Berger

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying. – John Berger
What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time. – John Berger
Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time. – John Berger
Autobiography begins with a sense of being alone. It is an orphan form. – John Berger