“Pretoria, South Africa. People, women, Technology, life, nature…”
“My name is Neil. I’m from KC area. Instagram is my guilty pleasure because photography is my favorite art, but there’s not an artistic bone in my body. I enjoy seeing your view of our city. Thanks!”
“I am a woman, who is deeply in love with a love that no longer exists. Mortified by the choices, I chose for it to be extinct. A californian woman at the age of her mid twenties trying to find something to uplift her; uplift her in higher spirits and someone to tell her “it will be OK” to face the next day.”
“Dayslonger. You are not alone.”
It became clear to me that those who usually leave comments on my photos were essentially warded off by the long introduction. In the meantime, a smaller subset of mature people from all over the world was glad to take the stage. I found it especially curious that so many of them thanked me for asking about them. But I should not be surprised, they are all interesting. More than anything else to do with my Instagram account, or even Instagram in general, this experience was deeply encouraging for me as a human. There are thoughtful, quiet individuals everywhere, from all places, of all ages. They’re paying attention; they’re assessing what is worth their attention. They’re waiting for you to ask.