. . . there were usb keys and memory cards all over the desk, and in an attempt to organise, time drifted away into hundreds [thousands?] of photos upon photos, some recent, others filled with nostalgia, and in the midst were four folders from two separate trips, two of p’s and two mine, of paris — a happy discovery, for certain, but until they are sorted, a few shots of someone else’s paris, shot by iphone . . .