Two Saturdays ago I was walking down Lexington Avenue with Joe to get breakfast at the Murray Hill Diner. Laying on the sidewalk was an upside down Polaroid picture. I am always intrigued by found pictures so I bent to pick up the picture and turned it over. It was a photograph taken from exactly where I was standing, facing the direction I was facing, same light of day. It was so surreal that I wouldn't have been surprised to see my own hand holding the photo in the picture. I looked around suspiciously. Was the picture-taker watching me? Didn't they stop making Polaroid film? I slowly put the photo back on the sidewalk, face down, just like I had found it, so someone else could have the same uncanny experience I did.
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