Posted in Yellow Brick Road

I hate Instagram…

I realize why Instagram doesn’t work for me. I’m a heavy thinker. I’m always looking at the big picture, the bigger picture, how we got to where we are. Instagram is meant to be instant, a fleeting few seconds (if you’re lucky).

Words are my friends, creating pictures with words are my skill and desire. It’s pointless in the Instagram space no? Everyone is TLDR. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Even this feels like an exercise in conciseness.

In truth, I’m sad that Chadwick Boseman has died. I don’t think a repost of his picture is enough for him, but it’s more than that. It’s unexpected loss, it’s recognizing time, it’s battling our assumptions of “when” and yet I feel like I don’t have the words. 🥺

🙅🏾‍♀️