Into the Instagram Wild

22

In Paris
our days were our own.

We walked the city.

My new walking shoes
made me feel
like a superhero.

Neighbourhood
by neighbourhood,
we made the city ours.
The 6th and the Latin Quarter.
The Tuileries Garden.
A walk from Rue Cler in the 7th
all the way to Notre Dame.

We stopped often
to eat,
drink
and
take photos
and came home
with our iPhones
filled with
memories.

We released the photos,
perfect little worlds,
six
or seven
at a time,
released them
into the Instragram wild.

Apparently that’s not how it’s done
I’m told by people
half my age.
I need to be more strategic.
Release them
one at a time.
You know,
in order to get
the most
likes.

But the loveliest thing
about not being cool
is
not
being cool.

Fewer rules
and
more {Instagram} joy.

 

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