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What followed was a patchwork of images stitched with the patience of long memory. There were fragments of local cable access shows with tiny, earnest hosts promising the next big thing. There were home videos—children with sticky hands, a birthday cake leaning like a leaning tower of frosting. There were short, uncanny moments: a woman at a bus stop looking into the camera with a smile that didn't reach her eyes; a scoreboard paused mid-game while the crowd noise continued like a ghost beneath the frame.