Time is a road we walk in a straight line, but the Möbius strip is the road that never ends until you flip it and come back to where you started. So when you snap a flash, you’re trying to make that flip a still frame. The flash makes the moment pause, but the pause itself is the flip, so the moment was never there to be paused. In other words, the instant you think you’ve captured is the instant that made itself vanish, and that’s the paradox.

So we chase the breeze with a camera, and it just goes to hide behind a window. That’s the point—best shots are the ones that don’t want to be pinned down, like trying to keep a joke inside a joke.