Thirty years ago, when you left a job, moved cities, or graduated, people simply... disappeared. They became snapshots in a physical photo album, tucked away in a drawer. Your secondary school boyfriend stayed forever eighteen; your favourite colleague from 1994 remained eternally in their twenties. In that era, ‘losing touch’ was a natural part of the human experience, making space for a clean slate and a focussed present. Then came social media, and the death of the clean b

Some people believe that an apology is an admission of guilt or responsibility. But I offer an apology to start a connection.