Memory is a record.
People only have substance within the memories of other people. And that’s why there were all kinds of myself. There weren’t a lot of myself per se, I was just inside all sorts of people, that’s all.
newyorker: The graffiti story of the revolution in Cairo. See the slideshow.
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