I don’t even remember the why now, but I remember there was a reason I was taking a photo of myself, touching myself. We play these games sometimes. Middle-of-the-week, I-want-you-to-touch-me-but-you-can’t, I-want-to-be-with-you-but-I-can’t, remote games.
“Let’s play,” I say.
“Give me a task,” I say.
“Let me do something for you,” I say.
I touch myself; take a photo.