Long time ago my grandad gave me his old film camera in a box with other stuff, the camera was broken but it came with few old 35mm films, some of those expired in 1998.
I used one of those to document the end of a phase of my life, the film was depicting my emotion: an expired film, the story was an out of date scene in front of my eyes.
I used a borrowed camera who belonged to the person I was visiting, indeed, I was strongly aware that I wouldn’t need the tool further more because the project wouldn’t have a continuation.
Together, these two elements allowed me to imprint feelings that I couldn’t fully understand at the time.