Taken 2008 __link__ Guide

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).

Keep the photo. Keep the memory. Keep going. taken 2008

wasn’t just the year I clicked a shutter button. It was the year things were taken from me. And the year I took things back. A job I loved

But looking closer at those grainy digital photos from 2008 — cheap digicam, bad flash, too much grain — I see something else. taken 2008