July 23, 2017

We were looking at some old photos on my dad’s laptop while sitting on our front porch. My grandma continued to talk about the time my brother washed dishes in this house many years ago. I came across a photo of myself at 15 years old with a full beard that I never had any recollection of growing. My dad made an offhand comment about wanting to sell the place, claiming that it was no longer convenient for everyday living.

Someone asked if the Dropbox drive that the photos were stored in was partitioned. I didn’t understand what they had meant until I was told that there was a new service that allowed you to “birth” (their terminology) a physical copy of everything you stored in their cloud and have it delivered to a nearby place to pick up. I only now understood what the two meter tall tower I had helped my father move into the yard earlier in the afternoon was.

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I was designing a new desktop background for my laptop in Photoshop but I had the canvas set to be portrait. This meant that the skyline that I had placed on the bottom of the image wouldn’t even be visible when in use. The people watching me work behind me kept nagging me about the poor arrangement of silhouettes of the buildings.

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Before touring the haunted house, we were told to take a round gel capsule. I was fairly certain that they were mild hallucinogens intended to enhance the experience of walking through the dimly lit rooms and hallways on the second floor. I held the blue capsule in my fingers as I walked up the stairs while debating whether or not to take it as I was curious as to what the interior of the house actually looked like.