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A couple weekends ago I lost a strip of photobooth pictures. Today I remembered that, and now I wonder where they ended up. It's odd to think that there are pictures of me floating around somewhere, and anyone could find them. It's kind of lovely, if you think about it. An anonymous connection.
That might have been the same week where the lights kept going off. I would walk under a streetlight or a light inside, and it would suddenly burn out. At first I didn't think anything of it, but then it kept happening and I became slightly unnerved. I didn't feel scared when it happened, but I didn't know what it meant and that bothered me. Eventually, I came to a sort of conclusion about it, and as soon as I did, it stopped happening. I hadn't thought about it since.
Until today. Today, I walked under a streetlight at 7am; and it turned on.
That might have been the same week where the lights kept going off. I would walk under a streetlight or a light inside, and it would suddenly burn out. At first I didn't think anything of it, but then it kept happening and I became slightly unnerved. I didn't feel scared when it happened, but I didn't know what it meant and that bothered me. Eventually, I came to a sort of conclusion about it, and as soon as I did, it stopped happening. I hadn't thought about it since.
Until today. Today, I walked under a streetlight at 7am; and it turned on.