If you're here, then I am too. There is no measurement without collision. Bouncing light- or sound waves off objects. We're getting better and better at peering into the cracks, and it turns out everything is porous. Reality, I guess, is some reticulated web we move through. We bend it into shape, and then blast it again with light and sound. We add layer after layer, and pretty soon it's easy to move through it with the impression that you are alone . . . despite being deeply enmeshed in the visible.
Seventeen years ago, I used to keep a LiveJournal. This was before Facebook, Tumblr, Instagram––back in the days of chat rooms and bulletin boards. You wrote something, and people commented on it, and sometimes a discussion got started and went on for days. Yeah, I know, I know: this is what happens on Facebook now. But I can't get into it now the way I was into LiveJournal, the way I spent hours writing my posts, trying to wring into words all the excitement of my life living and teaching in China. When I moved to New York City, I thought that practice would continue, but for some reason it didn't.
I've been wanting to blend my writing into my photography for some time now, but I have a problem doing that on my Instagram and Facebook account since I'm using both to get work under the moniker Sea Robin. Whenever I go to post something personal, I have hesitation, and if I go through with a personal post, I later feel regret about it. I don't need these feelings confusing my expression––I just want to express freely!
So this is going to be my journal now. And I'm going to start a personal Instagram to go with it. And that's that.