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[answersinpages]

"You ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you, how many moments of other peoples lives have we been in, we're a part of someone's life when their dreams came true, or were we there when their dreams died. Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow

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[caffeinatedalex]

I was smoking outside of the Film building at NYU last semester and one of those big double-decker tour busses drove by and a bunch of tourists started taking pictures of the building at the spot I was standing in, and I thought about how remarkably odd it was that most of their pictures probably came out with me, tiny and smoking, staring directly into their cameras.