He walked into The Photographers’ Gallery on Ramillies Street. He found 2 pence on the floor. He looked into a camera obscura and turned it 360 degrees, multiple times. He then talked with a random girl about alter egos and shadows. He didn’t know her name. Gone she was. And there I am.

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