I had been looking for a photograph for at least twelve years. I couldn’t believe it when I finally found one. I put it as the screensaver on my phone, changed locations and got absorbed in a book for a few hours and forgot all about it, I mean completely forgot about it. When I picked up my phone again and saw the picture my blood ran cold. I had to delete it. I couldn’t look at it anymore. I frantically looked through my phone for a substitute and then thought "vantablack," the blackest black known, but did I have a picture saved of vantablack. I did. 

It so spooked me that I deliberately wrote the initial post in white so that it would look like an erroneous, blank post. I didn't post the photo to prevent anybody tineyeing it and learning her name. Weird! I can't explain why it effected me like that. I can't explain it to myself.