In 2022, I took a thousand photos of things that don’t matter, and not enough of the things that do. I wrote a thousand little thoughts in the Notes app or in emails to myself that I’ll ignore until I die. I wrote a hundredish poems of wildly varying quality on a typewriter and put the papers in a one-way drawer from which nothing ever emerges.
Seven thousand photos
Seven thousand photos
Seven thousand photos
In 2022, I took a thousand photos of things that don’t matter, and not enough of the things that do. I wrote a thousand little thoughts in the Notes app or in emails to myself that I’ll ignore until I die. I wrote a hundredish poems of wildly varying quality on a typewriter and put the papers in a one-way drawer from which nothing ever emerges.