The death of Instagram is a topic du jour in certain corners of the internet these days (and in my search history). Eagerly I sit on the sidelines monitoring for signs of the final fatal blow. Despite still being a user. Despite knowing that something else will most certainly fill any void left behind.

My current long-term project, in progress but not yet shareable, was borne of my own unsettling feeling around social media that I took a microscope to sometime back in 2017 or 2018. My thoughts are many, and my closest friends have been gracious in listening to me spout them out in fits and bursts ever since.

Somewhat related, to date I have sold my artist books in an attempt to cover a portion of the physical costs involved with their creation, I am after all a student of accounting & finance. Debits & credits flow in my bloodstream; the ledger must balance in some way. However the act of attempting to sell anything fills me with such repulsion: that I am part of the problem, part of the noise, part of the unending stream of overstimulation and exhaustion, that I find it mostly impossible to carry on for very long.

All this to say - I am trying to work out a better way.