His camera has become an external memory device, a means to document – and fictionalise – every event in his life. Its very presence taints the purity of experience and it is now a substitute for genuine memories, of which he has only one. Isabelle arrived a week early and in the rush, he left his camera at home. He will never forget the melting ecstasy of holding her for the only time, and it makes the pain only sharper now she’s gone. He dreams only one dream now, but the camera survives; 14 million subscribers have demands and expectations after all.