Say. as if out of the blue fingering his iPhone   Lemme take a picture of you.

                                                                                           he already had

NO  hard

Come on. It’ll be for your daughter.  It allows me to interact with her.

You can text her any time

But you’re here and you don’t take selfies.

rolled his eyes

                 Selfies  Why woud Ifuck  why woud anyone

   Are you asking me?you know you can see yourself now, reverse the image, see what your photographing, unlike before.

Havent answered why

To recor . .

. . Record

                Posterity

We all have old photograp . .

. . Yes we do

               In our hands in cardbox boxes  albums

Havent sent them packin to the cloud where    when the wheels come off the ride antheres no electricity to support the clouds anthey come crashing down

                                        Aint  got   shit

Jesus man. Terrible way to think.

But thinking

              Anthinkin always benefits one  Remembering  Knowing

They always benefit one

Tha phone so conveniently in your hands  is a silo housing whaya assume it will hold an maintain for you to drop in on at random

              Hangin your hat on technology

Dependent on technology

Ill acknowledge tha to a far farlesser degree  I am too

   No photograph

he had taken several random clandestine shots they werent flattering  his gears were grinding  he felt like a blackmailer

it felt good

Anlemme say one more thing

                               Those we mutually know  Im gonna text an ask them to let me know if you text them any pictures of me today  Sitting in this plastic blue chair  redwoods behind me  scenic underwater porpoise coffee cup in my hands

2333,  Saturday,  1  FEBRUARY ’25

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