Years passed. The cultural tide ebbed and swelled. Some features of constant broadcasting softened as fatigue set in; some remained entrenched. Through it all, Wendy’s practice of being cam free continued to feel like a modest resistance and an invitation. People who encountered her were reminded that absence can produce attention of a different quality—not the measured, searchable attention of a feed, but the messy, immediate attention of being together. In those moments, you registered the contours of a person without mediation: the small hesitations that made her humane, the laugh that broke suddenly, the way she remembered names.