Looking at old pictures of myself as a child. I don’t remember them being taken. I try to put myself in the place of the person in the photo, realizing that that person is me and that I must have stood at the exact spot where the child before me stands, must have stated into the lens of the camera and smiled. But usually I wouldn’t look at the camera and I wouldn’t smile. It was like I was drifting through, separate and apart from lived experience.[1] Those experiences––where are they now?
Auto-corrected to "loved experience." ↩︎