It’s the kind of photo that shouldn’t exist—the shutter clicked by accident while the phone was being shoved into a coat pocket, or perhaps dropped onto the shag rug of a dimly lit apartment.
It’s not a masterpiece. It’s a digital hiccup. But three years later, it’s the only proof we have of how the light felt in that room, just before the world shifted again. 20220210_230415.jpg
In the frame, everything is motion-blurred. There’s a streak of neon blue from a router in the corner and the amber glow of a streetlamp bleeding through a gap in the blinds. It’s a messy, honest slice of 11:04 PM. It’s the kind of photo that shouldn’t exist—the