January 8th
December 29th I post a belated Christmas video of goofy WFMU singing. [IG]
Stefan reposts a video of Mutual Friend and The Brother when we all spent Christmas Eve together. [fb]
January 9th
Two months prior, I post me with Ozzie
[IG]
which leads Stefan to this video of Miss Kitka licking the top of my head from two years prior. [IG]
So he redraws this drawing based on my father in profile, with a rat that looks like Miss Kitka on his head. [fb]
February 11th
Two weeks prior, I post a selfie stick photo with friends for a podcast. [IG]
This brings Stefan to an autoupload selfie stick photo I’d taken at a Halloween event from 2017.
And a photo of a promo banner of said Halloween event [IG]
My expression for It, the cartooning style replicated, flowing water remains, the triangle-ness of the tombstone borrowed for the paper boat, the framing of the poster inspiring the rectangle of the gutter, his drawing photographed slightly blurry like my selfie. [IG]
January 23rd
I ask Stefan’s guidance about an addict in my attic and he gives me honest advice.
February 21st
Three weeks prior, this autoupload of Jersey City leads Stefan to
this photo he’d taken of my Aunt’s house when things were crumbling between us. [flickr]
He captioned it with: “A picture before my last meal as a human.”
He combines the houses, stops the blue of the sky abruptly, like the wall of cloud in Jersey City. [IG]
Auto uploads. The broken wire from January. The WTC from December.
Electric [IG]
I noticed this one when it was posted. I thought he was using a TENS unit with someone new, and my insides felt like frozen sand.
March 6th
One month prior, I posted an article to facebook with this gun pictured [fb]
as well as this selfie.
The gun and selfie brings him to this shot of me trekking to Thanksgiving 2017.
My family had moved to live full time in the Ocean Grove house, and visiting filled me with panic. I’d been anxiously chatting with Stefan on my way to Thanksgiving, then talked to him on my train ride home. I told him about how after our Thanksgiving feast, my brother had showed us all the gun he’d built piece by piece.
The hair follows the angle of my hat, the ear looking similarly weird, the cigarette inspired by the reflection in my sunglasses.
With the hand in that “ROCK!” position due to this photo I’d taken of my dad’s stuff during Thanksgiving 2017.
March 15th
He follows that Thanksgiving reference with another, using another photograph taken at Thanksgiving 2017.
The red and blue from the punk pin. [IG]
March 20th
Two days prior at WFMU. [IG]
The wall shapes become cubes, colored by my face and the walls. The ink creatures inspired by the cow print. [IG]
May 15th
We talk about Stefan’s ongoing struggles with insomnia.
The full conversation here. We truly balanced each other. We brought each other peace.
May 16th
I ask Stefan about medications. Our conversation touches on dark themes.
May 17th
I ask Stefan if he’d perhaps be my flatmate when the exboyfriend finally moves. We speak of our poor mental health.
May 18th
May 27th
I start messaging about illness, Stefan reminds me it’s his birthday. We chat about life and our mental health.
September 6th
Stefan and I email about losing time, and looking after each other.
September 24th
October 2nd
October 6th
October 20th
Three weeks apart. [IG] He adds vignetting like the spotlight on the organ player. [IG]
October 28th
July 21st I post Dune themed drug paraphernalia [IG]
which brings him to a photograph I took for him in his attempt to sell “haunted dolls” on eBay
which in turn brings him to a childhood photograph of me.
He even photographs his drawing slightly blurred like the photograph of the doll, every pattern element borrowed from the photographs. [IG]
December 3rd
Stefan posts one of my photographs of him to his facebook, without any mention of me. I comment below his photo, incensed. He deletes the photo and comments. I fb message him.
We never communicate via facebook again.
December 13th
A rare escape from the city months prior, I posted a poorly filmed leap into a quarry, pink flowers in the foreground. [IG]
The pink and green brings him to my backyard self portrait from when I was living with my Aunt in 2009. [flickr]
Right above it, another rear shot; a 2009 photo of me walking in Chicago. [flickr]
Small me is now wearing the boots, the large figure with my naked feet and hands.
That Halloween, I posted my costume as Servalen from Blake’s 7. [IG]
which brings him back to this selfie from the summer of 2012. [flickr]
He keeps the black hair of the newer photo, with the color palette and mouth of the seafoam dress and green ring, the blobby hands inspired by the shape of the necklace.
