I hiked on a volcano!
I almost posted about a million photos from our volcano excursion on Instagram today, but I didn't. READER, I didn't post a million travel photos!!!!!! For some reason, every time I attempted to re-download Instagram this afternoon, I stopped myself. And I asked myself why I really wanted to show them. And honestly, I don't know. Maybe a little bit to show off? But not really. To somehow make it more real to myself that I was here? More likely. To document my day? Nahhhhhhh. I DONT KNOW and I can't figure it out. All I know is that when I wanted to post them, I wasn't doing it for others or for myself. It was like a reflex. And I stopped myself because for a minute, I wanted these memories and these photos to just belong to me. Only me. What does it say about me and the world and our generation that everything important or notable that we do needs to be recorded or shared? It's involuntary, almost, to just put something up on the internet because that's ...
