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    Stockholm, Sweden 17 May 2024 :: iPhone 14 Pro Max :: f/2.2 1/99s :: ISO-50

    Stockholm, Sweden
    17 May 2024 :: iPhone 14 Pro Max :: f/2.2 1/99s :: ISO-50

    Dear Stranger;

    It's been hard to describe how it felt to be seen by others, to hang out with people that know what it's like to be misunderstood, to be poked fun by your own friends (in that this seems to be your favourite jab I'm starting to have trouble figuring out if you're still joking or not kind of way), to live in that kind of space where you start to think about what kind of friendship you're really looking for these days. It's been hard to describe what it's like to find community in that virtual Internet space and then to gather in the tens of thousands to experience support and joy a truly safe space among kind people who really gave off this vibe of looking out for each other.

    It was rare; I was there–lost in the memory, the experience slipping into a moment in time.

    (I'll never forget it.)

    Magically,
    -j