For the purely visual artist, the image has to be the thing. Good photographs will always transcend memories or associations, even for the photographer, and will constitute worlds of their own, self-contained and generating their own energy. For all that the comparison is made, street photographers are not flâneurs. We’re not interested in life, or even how it looks, so much as in its potential for being turned into photographs. Ordinary experiences matter less and less as life progresses. They’re fleeting and you learn that few leave a lasting impression. Photographs with their jewel-like perfection take their place. So taking pictures comes to be the way life is lived and photographs a substitute for reality. But this activity that is so removed from the world paradoxically makes it possible to re-enter it and live fully. Now you have a reason to go somewhere, anywhere, and the world opens up. And then you find that things happen along the way, perhaps small things but nevertheless part of the journey that made the photographs. You remember them. Some of them you write down.