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Why We Should All Get Selfie-Sticks
After standing in line for 30 minutes at what felt like a ride to Disney World, the doors finally opened and my group was ushered into a cavernous room. Painted directly on the wall in front of me was the Da Vinci masterpiece, The Last Supper.
It’s a surreal experience facing a piece of artwork you’ve only seen in books and movies. I felt a bit bashful, almost like I was meeting a celebrity. The fact that I had to reserve my ticket weeks in advance, and that each visit was strictly limited to 15 minutes only enhanced my “I-can’t-believe-I’m-here” state.
I approached the artwork and stared.
In a rare moment of suspended cynicism, a swell of spirituality washed over me. I felt certain that if someone born 500 years ago could create artwork such as this, surely the world’s 7.5 billion people could eventually figure out how to end world hunger and stop all the ice caps from melting.
Just as my emotions were cresting into some sort of existential epiphany that would unlock the secrets of the universe to me, I felt three taps on my shoulder. When I turned around, a middle-aged woman with short strawberry-blonde hair and a giant DSLR around her neck stood in front of me.
