I still remember waking up in a cold sweat one rather odd night in a world where I did not edit out the bottom left corner of one strange image. It was of a pink wall with such perfect form, such novel setup—if it weren’t for that bottom left corner. I knew editing out the corner was the wise option—may, the only option for me. But I could’ve sworn I heard something deep inside the void of where my head must’ve been tell me: you mustn’t. Leave it be. It will be hard, nearly impossible. But this you must do and it you must let go. And I believe that is why, that one night, I did not edit out the bottom left corner of that strange image. To this day, I shudder just thinking about the strange happening.