Yesterday was the last day of my vacation! It was also, it turns out, my last day at Polygon. After 4.5 years of service, I have been laid off, alongside a few other Vox Media folks. I’m very grateful to all of you for watching my dumb smart videos, and extra grateful to everyone who let me interview them. I’ve worked with the smartest, funniest, hardest working people slinging content out there today. I will deeply miss working alongside them everyday.

UNREAL ESTATE
Part 3
(MUTE this thread if you don't want to see any more of these tweets, rip to all the followers I've lost this week) I laid on the floor until I was sure the creature wasn’t coming for me. I was tender and chafed around the waist, and could see where a bruise would soon rise. I felt lucky I wasn’t severed in two, hips and ribs like the broken halves of an hourglass, spilling my sand everywhere.

UNREAL ESTATE
Chapter 2
I stood before my basement door, holding my camera and feeling lightheaded. I knew I had to open it and go down and experience wherever was at the bottom.

But I was terrified. Whatever caused this, I had gone into its space and it had gotten into mine. I opened the door. The stairs seemed familiar, with the bare handrail I did a bad job installing and never fixed. It shifted when I put weight on it, as I did now, stepping into the basement. It felt right, each step the same distance that I had memorized without realizing it.

It’s not that there’s a normal number of photos to take - it depends on the house. How many rooms, the best angles to sell a space. Basically, whatever’s going to lure in buyers. It's just that I don't remember taking so many. 1/? The first 20 images track through the entry and living room, shots from every corner of the methodically staged rooms. Then a photo looking down the basement stairs, the last steps disappearing into the darkness. I don’t remember taking this picture, or walking down those stairs.