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"Men, too, secrete the inhuman. At certain moments of lucidity, the mechanical aspect of their gestures, their meaningless pantomime makes silly everything that surrounds them. A man is talking on the telephone behind a glass partition; you cannot hear him, but you see his incomprehensible dumb show; you wonder why he is alive. This discomfort in the face of man's own inhumanity, this incalculable tumble before the image of what we are, is the absurd. Likewise the stranger who at certain seconds comes to meet us in a mirror, the familiar and yet alarming brother in our own photographs is also the absurd."
-The Myth of Sysyphus, Albert Camus
I take pictures to keep track of time.
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