Jpg ((exclusive)) | Mila -1-

So who is MILA?

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. MILA -1- jpg

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. So who is MILA

Next up: (a door half-open, light spilling out). Maybe a dream I had and then converted

I’ll never know. But that’s the strange gift of a forgotten JPEG. It doesn’t ask to be understood. It just is . A ghost of a moment, compressed into pixels, waiting on a hard drive for someone to find it and wonder.

But someone was watching. Me. I took this photo. And yet, staring at it now, I don’t remember pressing the shutter. I don’t remember the day, the city, or why she was laughing. The metadata is long gone. The camera was a cheap point-and-shoot I haven’t owned in eight years.