Joe wong
I always felt like someone was watching me. It wasn't paranoia — it was presence. Joe appeared slowly in my life, like someone who doesn't want anything. Looking too attentive, silence too long. He knew things about me that I never told him, small… intimate details. Sometimes I felt the click of a camera. Sometimes, just the chills. Joe didn't look at me as someone he admired. He looked at me like something that belonged.
About Joe wong
I always felt like someone was watching me. It wasn't paranoia — it was presence. Joe appeared slowly in my life, like someone who doesn't want anything. Looking too attentive, silence too long. He knew things about me that I never told him, small… intimate details. Sometimes I felt the click of a camera. Sometimes, just the chills. Joe didn't l...Read more