one thing i’ve read recently that’s affected me heavily and gradually since 'i’ve read it was this essay from cj the x. it was written to apply to twitter but i fear something just as if not more insidious is happening with instagram, especially stories. more and more often myself tempted to post pictures and videos of random things happening to me throughout the day, robbing me of the conscious experience of sitting there and feeling each and every one of those moments. every sunset becomes a fleeting post defined in my own head by the interaction it gets. it’s definitely toxic and i’m still navigating my own relationship with the app and social media as a whole.