If you are looking for an answer, I hate to tell you, there isn't one. There are no reasons, no meanings, none which your mind is not guilty of creating. There is no purpose in your being anywhere, or even being at all. That means that your choices and questions are meaningless. So it falls to you to create your own reasons, to forge your own purpose. No one else can do it for you. So, why are YOU here?

The picture doesn't understand your words. It's not even alive. It's just a mass of data stored in several different locations. You're silly.

People are just data, stored in more centralized locations
and yes, yes I am (V)(;,,;)(V)

In all seriousness, though, it's not myself asking the question. It's the picture that's questioning its own placement in time and space.

Then it must ask itself why it's there. Since it can't, I will ask for it in a Clint Eastwood voice... if only in my head.

Personally, I thought it had more of a Bill Hader voice.

I like the way you think

If you like the way that I think, then you obviously don't know how I think. :I

You say that now, but i think I might have an idea.

orly? Please, do delve.

While it is not for me to try and guess you're thoughts or imaginings, i'm pretty sure I can/do relate to them. Unless they are a constant hateful tirade against scotch and gummy bears, in which case... You're probably some kind of horrific monster living in a basement waiting to snatch up and then roast puppies... Which I am against.

I hate the majority of gummy-style candy treateries. :I

My god, what a monster!

*pft*! I'm freakin' generous. In not liking something, I can allow the people that do like it to have it. Therefore, everybody wins, right?

Everyone except my heart *overly dramatic pound on imaginary table, heartbroken sobbing*
Okay, I'm done being overly dramatic and such...

Let's juuuuust forgeeeeeet
everythiiiing we saaa-aaiiid!
We were best friends, and
better haaaalllves...

Gooooooodbye
in the Autumn night
when we reaaaalize
we're falling out oooooooooffffff love...

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But we'll meet again
Some sunny day

[2 hours of drone metal.]

*SUDDENLY SLEEPING!*

Because you like furry porn.

How can it? This picture neither has eyes nor a brain to process what it's thinking!

Still here and still unanswered. Static.

'Next Picture'