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Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be completely anonymous?
No past.
No history.
No family.
No guilt.
Exposed.
who you are feeling what you feel with nothing to stop you from doing
exactly what you want to do
dearest
business in Stockholm three more days patience see you soon
I love being alone.
Sometimes it feels so wonderful to be alone.
Anonymous and alone.
No one knows where you are.
Who you are.
To take your time.
To linger.
No place to go.
Nobody waiting.
No repercussions.
No guilt.
To be free.
Patience.
To stand in an open hotel window.
To look into other people's lives.
The pleasure of watching.
True.
Deep.
Thank you.
Watching them touched me, awakened something inside of me.
Such hunger.
Such trust.
Such sweetness.
They just couldn't keep their hands off of each other.
Thank you.
I wanted to be them, to feel their pleasure, their warmth,
their freedom.
Flip poker.
It was all the rage in my junior year at college.
I could never do it.
Could never have even dreamed of doing it.
Of course I couldn't do it.
What would they think of me?
The reputation.
Careful.
Always. So careful.
Trip poker.
So innocent.
So much fun.
Jack and his deals.
Business money.
Get your priorities right.
myself from watching.
Can't stop myself from watching.
I wanted to be like them.
To feel their pleasure.
Their warmth.
Their freedom.
Hello? Hi.
An American.
Yeah. I know it.
I'll show you now. Right? Yeah.
Michelle.
Catherine.
Photographer.
Sometimes. Painter.
Sometimes.
So beautiful.
Do you miss home?
No.
Me neither.
Well, it's nice meeting you.
You're very beautiful.
Thank you.
That's nice of you to say.
I could say the same to you.
So you see red shoes?
In the end, it all comes down to choices.
Jack could have shot photo after photo and walked away.
But he didn't.
When I asked him why he said he could see from the look in my eyes, I was on
adventure.
One I might never repeat again.
A moment in time.
What do you think, huh, Stella?
You want my opinion?
It's not something you plan on.
It's not even something you look for.
Just kind of happens.
Just like that.
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