I often thought about it — there was a place on St-Laurent street where you could find old photos for cheap, and I used to stop and look at them —, but I know I would just spend too much time with each wondering who they were, where did they come from, where was it taken, how was their life at the moment of the photograph, what happened to them, etc. It would drive me crazy. The combination of unknown subject(s) and unknown photographer is a bit too much for me, as is the idea that a photograph made to preserve the memory of a moment, and the people filling it, is now a symbol of all that is forgotten about them.