"You were the main character, the protagonist,
the star at the center of your own unfolding story. You are surrounded by your
supporting cast; friends and family hanging in your immediate orbit. Scattered
a little further out, a network of acquaintances drifts in and out of contact over
the years. They’re in the background, fainting out of focus.
Or the
extras. The random passers-by, each living a life as vivid and complex as your
own. They carry on invisibly around you, wearing the accumulated weight of their
own ambitions, friends, routines, mistakes, worries, triumphs and inherited
craziness. When your life moves on to the next scene, there’s flickers in
place, wrapped in a cloud of backstories, inside jokes, characters struggling
together with countless other stories you’ll never be able to see. That you
never know it exists. In which you might appear only once. As an extra sipping coffee
in the background. As a blur of traffic passing on the highway. As a lighted
window at dusk."
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'Original definition':
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