A la recherche du temps perdue

In my student years, I used to wonder in my melancholic steps along woodland paths, a book of Proust in hand, pondering about those profound sorrows and losses of life. Reliving those memories of silly youth through photography, I understand more about real sorrows and losses and how to face them with a smile. This beautiful phrase I read many years ago from Proust still deeply touches:“If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less, but to dream more, to dream all the time.”