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
1049, Sunday
2 2. 25
