Every picture tells a lie, we tend to believe. It’s a moment which can never come again but can force you to believe in the possibility of a ‘maybe’ every time you see it. It might not even be a memory you own. It may simply be an object in your possession, but there is always a possibility that maybe it means the world to you. The people who only manage those pictures are people who often live in this illusion like nobody else because their job is to just present and play no role in the creation of a beauty which is one of a kind. They are just people who support a lie which has been created by a lens and an eye.