He tells the story of his variously atheistic and agnostic family and how, in his own peculiarly adolescent way, he lost his faith in the deity.
He recalls his suburban childhood and contemplates wildlife programmes on TV and whether penguins really are lovable.
He muses on the relationship between religion and fiction and the kinds of lies they both tell.
He recalls his parents and the letters and postcards that they left behind.
He looks at the memories and fragments that are left behind when we die.
What are the stories and mysteries that lie hidden in his grandparents' photo album?