Imagine:
A box shows up on your doorstep.
Inside, it contains an old mini-DV camera, batteries and 25 hours of footage of you, exactly ten years ago.
Exactly ten years ago, you were the subject of a documentary project, a film that didn’t happen, after all.
But the tapes exist.
And there they are.
You know if you look at them, you will see yourself at the age of 30—pregnant with your firstborn, living in NYC, and loving your husband, who filmed you. Your young husband’s voice and face and laugh and love for you are woven throughout the footage, you know. Because you remember.
You haven’t seen these tapes for ten years, but you remember.
Imagine the box, as it sits on your dining room table, still sealed, waiting for you to make up your mind.
Now: Do you look?
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