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I suppose this means different things to different people, but for me personally it’s not about anything vain or sexual. There are so many people that I am curious about: my grandmother, my brother-in-laws, this taxi driver I met in Naples, Ryan from my drawing II class in college, the petite brunette from Which Wich…

I wonder what some of their lives are like, what thrills them, scares them, what was the happiest moment of their existence. What movies they are obsessed with, their greatest fears, their darkest secrets. What do they sound like when they are laughing so hard they can’t breathe? Maybe I’m a creeper, who knows…but I often wonder about these things and I’m curious if any of them wonder about me…