The internet is a dangerous thing. Yes yes yes, it has all that awful stuff like how to make a bomb from socks and porn for the elderly. But I actually meant it's ability to give you a window into the life of someone long since, and probably best, forgotten.
You type the name into Google. You don't know why, you just wonder what happened to him. And there it is. Nothing shocking. But he thinks of himself as a photographer now and so you look at the pictures. They're good. Maybe. If you're feeling generous. You wonder if life will ever play out like a film and you'll cross paths again, so you can be suitably.....something when they do. Yes, probably, only if you've headed out in your leisure pants with yesterday's makeup smeared on your face.
When I was home at Christmas I saw someone else I sometimes wonder about. I hadn't seen him in a long long time, and I wasn't sure how it would play out. He came into a restaurant as we were leaving. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, but we didn't look directly at each other. I wasn't about to go over. I don't even know if he saw me. I doubt he would have wanted to chat even if he did. I don't think I would have wanted to either.
In TV shows and films, you meet again by chance, and take the moment to say everything you wanted to, everything you meant to. Life rarely presents such closure.
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