Lines from the book The Rain Before It Falls by Jonathan Coe

A photograph is a poor thing, really. It can only capture one moment, out of millions of moments, in the life of a person, or the life of a house. As for these photographs I have in front of me now, the ones I intend to describe to you… they are of value, I think, only insofar as they corroborate my failing memory. They are the proof that the things I remember – some of the things I remember -really happened, and are not phantom memories, or fantasies, imaginings. But what of memories for which there are no pictures, no corroboration, no proof?

the rain before it falls