There was that time the lights remained off.
There was that time your palm was just a palm and when you searched it for directions, it simply led you back to you.
There was that time you did that thing but you kept it to yourself.
There was that time you traveled where there were no outlets. There were no switches. And then, you just remained present.
What will happen if you stop photographing your belongings? What will happen if the only friends you have are the ones who fit inside your home? (the ones who call when it’s just a thursday) What will happen if you do a good deed but do not post about it?
Are you still good? Are you still alive? Are you still human?
Are you validated?
The “Aimee” is back in town!