Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit

And that's it. An entire childhood memorialized in four nearly irrelevant photographs. He grows sombre. "The worst of it, " he says, "is that I can hardly remember what my mother looks like any more. I can see her in my mind, but it's fleeting. As soon as I try to have a good look at her, she fades. It's the same with her voice. If I saw her again in the street, it would all come back. But that's not likely to happen. It's very sad not to remember what your mother looks like." He closes the book.