Things We Forget

I took a selfie with a viral dancer. The lighting was chaotic, but the memory is perfect.

I once met a famous photographer who saw beauty in things I didn’t even know existed.

I met a bestselling romance novelist. They gave off main-character energy.

I talked to a beloved podcaster. Their storytelling skills were even better in person.

I once met a professional wrestler. They were surprisingly gentle—like a giant teddy bear with muscles.

I met a Broadway performer. Their voice echoed in my bones for hours.

I talked to a famous painter about color palettes. I pretended I knew what a palette knife was.

I met a children’s TV show actor, and I was more starstruck than the kids nearby.

I walked past a movie star once. The breeze they created was enough.

I once had a five-second conversation with a popular singer. They said “Hi.” I said “Hi.” It was iconic.