October, 2019.

How can it feel both ages ago and only yesterday? Sense of time is weird.

I think when I’m old I’ll be glad I took so many photos of myself, or maybe they’ll make me sad I no longer look like this. Who knows.

Maybe I’ll get dementia and my old versions, all the playing dress up, will confuse the hell out of me. Maybe I’ll take on one of my characters and think I used to be a spy or a private eye. My future kids and grandkids will have a hell of a fun time trying to tell granny she in fact was just a regular woman, even of the photographic evidence is contradictory.