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Dan Hayon: My life was a maze

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As Jim Jarmusch put it so well in words, I devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Anything that speaks to my soul. I always carry a little compact camera in my pocket. Images come to me and ask that I take them home. I arrange them inside hundreds of little boxes and let them grow old in the dark, like bottles of wine. And I forget them there.

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