Maybe Mila was a friend of a friend. Maybe a stranger on a train who let me take her portrait. Maybe a dream I had and then converted to a lossy file format before waking up.
This is the first in what I’m calling the —images I’ve found (or taken) that feel like they belong to someone else’s life. Or maybe a life I’m only now remembering. MILA -1- jpg
So who is MILA?
Filed under: The Archive / First Encounters Maybe Mila was a friend of a friend
Next up: (a door half-open, light spilling out). MILA -1- jpg
That’s the question that keeps me staring. The file name suggests intention. “MILA” isn’t a default label like “IMG_4291.” It’s a name. A person. A memory I’ve somehow misplaced.