Just went to some Instagram pages of my acquaintances. I read their photos as if each photo were a page full of sentences telling me a story. I slowly went from one photo to another just like I went from a page to another page of their life-journey book. I read them carefully. For me, a row of photos there was such a bucket of stories they had been through based on my own interpretation. Every little thing captured besides the main object in the photos gave me something to elaborate their stories just like extrinsic aspects of a novel. I went from an event to another event of their life. I felt like I was an amateurish explorer.
It was such an entertaining thing to do.
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