Found...

Things like this make me cry too, undeveloped film found in cameras fifty years later. I always felt weird looking through the old postcards in antique shops. I can't help but wonder, who were these people, where did they come from, where did they go? Why didn't they develop their film?

It occurs to me that I'm a terrible voyeur. I eat up these little glimpses into the lives of others, even when I don't know them from Adam's off aunt.