And what if the light, instead of saving us from darkness, should lead us to a vertiginous glow where fright and ecstasy mingle?

This glow would be hell itself, having emerged from the forest where the line of a straight rope through the trees only provides the illusion of an already lost straight path.
This rope draws me, I draw on, and in its tautness it features my torments, my oscillation between desire and repulsion… Where does the rope lead me in this blinding light which erases both memory and the future?
The photograph also sees its fate exposed to the life-giving or death-bringing light, which will make the image appear or disappear…