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.

To save my own sanity, it’s time for me to shut up about Trump
It’s time to change my story and reinvent myself — one more time
We frequently go back to the past hoping to find a different future
Hidden chains need to be broken, so I’ve become a reluctant rebel
Advocating peace requires more than hating those who start wars
Why do we consider it shallow to crave beauty in romantic partner?