Little Fires Everywhere

by Celeste Ng

between the pixels,

He would be looking for detail in the graininess, not pixels.

You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she’d been and the child she’d become and the adult she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image. It made your head spin.

Exactly

“Some pictures,” Mia said, “belong to the person who took them. And some belong to the person inside them.