absurdist poetry, phonography & photography of dubious quality, quotes taken out of context, and other randomness to help jam esc, or at least esc jam.
Hello all…. I’m not too active on Twitter these days, and probably won’t bother to manually push my (reportedly) excellent #photobook reviews from my blog (linked below): you’ll have to visit to read, and apologies!
I’ll leave my account up: Please reach out.
Starting May 1, you will no longer be able to share your https://t.co/uJEV1SVHdU posts automatically to Twitter using Jetpack Social. This decision came after a number of conversations with Twitter since their change to the terms and pricing of the Twitter API.
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@ZDP189 I don’t carry a camera bag. When I did, I rarely took anything g out of it. In my pockets, I have an LC-wide in half frame mode with a finished roll of NoColor #99 in it; a Vivitar UWS with some Lomo Purple Pelliculata (or whatever it’s called) nearing completion; and this iPhone
@HubbardJeff@OutlawsPoetic Aha! That makes sense… when I keep up with meditation or otherwise manage to let go of the self (for example, when riding a rollercoaster), I’d agree, not that it matters at all whether I agree or not.
@OutlawsPoetic@HubbardJeff Huh. I lost about 50mm a last year, and feel everything—including my lifelong, ongoing depression—more acutely. I can’t say I’m “happier” at all: I’d be lying if I did. That said, I do feel “better” in a strange way, considering that overall, I feel worse… emotionally anyway.