It was just an odd computer glitch. Something with a reasonable explanation. It has to be. But I’ve sat here for the last hour or so looking at a photo I didn’t intend to find tonight. And it pushed some unexpected emotional buttons.
I wanted to find a photo on my MacBook from about 20 years ago, so I typed in a file-name search. Instead of things related to what I was looking for, the system turned up five photos that were completely unrelated to that. At the top of the list was a photo from seven years ago. I didn’t open it.
Then I worded the search an entirely different way. It gave me a handful of files again. At the top was the same photo which had been at the top of the search before. I felt mesmerized by the weirdness of what I was seeing, so I opened the file, even though I knew what it would be.
There were two faces. One was my face. The other face was that of a beautiful woman who I used to know.

For some of us, loss of trust is a deep existential threat to heart
When the state turns you into a criminal, friends become enemies
Life is full of choices, but some require us to ‘come before winter’
When Demopublicans and Republicrats clash, you lose
Rational rules don’t apply when the state gives itself a monopoly
We’re often oblivious to what matters in life until it’s too late
Why do so many find it funny to embarrass the people they love?
Unexpected meeting forces me to believe I might fall in love again