no pictures
Scrolled through my phone tonight. Two years of pictures. The lake at 6am. The blue towel. Pages of both books. The door sticker in Lichtenberg. The car's number plate (I did take it, in the end). The courtyard party.
There isn't a single picture of Hanna. Not one.
I knew that, of course. But seeing it, all the scrolling and no Hanna, was a strange feeling.
She'd say that's the point. She'd say I have this instead: everything I wrote. So I went back and read every post about her. It's a lot of posts.
It doesn't feel like enough.