Yes, things were taken in 2008. But pictures were taken too. Memories were held. Small joys were captured.
A job I loved? Taken. An apartment I couldn’t afford anymore? Gone. A version of myself that believed in a certain kind of future? Disappeared into the financial crash like everyone else’s 401(k). taken 2008
So here’s to 2008. The year I learned that even when life takes from you, you can still take the shot. Yes, things were taken in 2008
At first, I thought — right, that’s when the photo was taken. I thought — right
But then it hit me: “taken” can mean something else entirely.
I came across an old folder on my hard drive today, simply labeled: