angle

I've been really wishing I had an operational rear camera on my phone (it ceased functioning mid-June, of unidentified cause), mostly because Instagram. A photographic record would also be helpful during times of reflection and for taking snapshots of personal milestones and memories. However, having such a setback as this is just the sort of challenge that should lead to strengthening my creative muscles - finding a new angle.

What did we do before we had megapixel cameras in our pockets? We pulled out the real camera for special occasions, but for the rest, we used our noggins and our notebooks. We took memory pictures and we held on real tight. I hope I've been doing a little more of that in the past few months, and less scrolling and cropping and filtering.

On the other end of the spectrum, maybe I should switch to Twitter. O text-based media! I jest. I am never going back to Twitter. We're done talking about Twitter.

Or - I could write, right here. I could not care if anyone reads it. I could write to the internet for the sake of writing to the internet. This long-form writing: essays, blurbs; this purpose and substance, are worth enough in themselves. I heard the quote the other day that we don't need your book - although the book is nice to have - we need the person who wrote the book. We need you, having experienced the process of writing the words, of synthesizing and rehashing and editing your experiences and knowledge, and come out on the other side.

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