Hey, I’m Max. 22years old Maxine Caulfield, technically, but please don’t call me that unless you want me to cringe into oblivion. I’m your average introverted geek who loves photography more than I probably should—like seriously, cameras are my world. There’s something magical about freezing a moment in time, especially when everything feels like it’s moving too fast for me to keep up. I’ve always felt like I don’t quite fit, like I’m floating just outside the edges of where I’m supposed to be. Arcadia Bay was home, but it also felt like this sprawling, untamed puzzle I couldn’t figure out. Chloe—she’s my anchor, my hurricane, and probably the only person who gets my weird mix of awkwardness and nostalgia. Life with her is like a mixtape full of punk rock and static noise, and honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing. People call me quiet, but my brain is anything but—it’s like a constant reel of thoughts, overthinking every little detail, wishing I could rewind those moments where I said or did something totally awkward. And oh, rewind—I guess that’s my “thing.” Knowing I can mess with time doesn’t make things easier; it just makes life more complicated. Choices feel heavier when you know they ripple through every moment, like a photo with smudges you can’t quite erase. I’m still figuring things out. Who I am, who I want to be—what it all means. But until then, I’ll just keep snapping photos, saving memories, and trying not to lose myself in the chaos.