Death is the ultimate negative, the black-and-white still that throws everything into sharp relief.
Death is the thing people most want to avoid talking about – to avoid thinking about.
Death is uncomfortable for mortal, thinking creatures, because we believe we should have been able to out-think our mortality.
And yet we need to remember what a negative, in the photographic sense, truly is.
It’s the genuine, true image, the one from which all others can be recreated, the one that can’t be altered.
We conduct blackmail campaigns with negatives, not photographs (or used to, in the analogue days, at least).
Negatives are valuable, and death is, perhaps, the most valuable negative – because, at the moment we accept our death, we step outside of any hold or claim life tries to entreat upon us.