Who am I? Why, I’m the stranger you talk to. The person you ask directions from when you’re lost on the streets. The person you tell your life story to while traveling. The woman standing next to you learning at a Smithsonian exhibit and hearing about your interests and life in DC. The girl tucked away in a corner of your local bar, trying to hide from the drunken rant that is sure to come. I’m the person who’s listened to everything, and you remember nothing about.
In short: I am the co-conspirator of your secrets. The unassuming person that happens to be there at the right moment.
Portrait by Mary Pat Collins at marypatcollins.com