Sun

​The sun is gone, but I have a light.
— Kurt Cobain

I love the way this filter and edit combo created a kind of post-apocalyptic vibe. The green light in the sky makes me particularly happy. 

Which is good because I'm generally annoyed since I'm shadow banned on Instagram. I've been pretty careful there not to defy the "community guidelines" so I expect it will sort itself out but it still brings up all these feelings of immense weariness about fighting a fight we can't win against an unreasonable faceless massive corporation that has all the power. 

The only thing that makes me feel slightly better is that Instagram has peaked so something new has to be around the corner. And the way I know that is that my 73-year-old father has gotten himself an Instagram account. Just like when grandmas started joining Facebook, the older generation finally catching on to a social media site is a death knell. 

I love Instagram. But I hate the prudish leadership. the arbitrary enforcement of the rules and feeling overrun by an entity that cares nothing for me or any individuals. We're all bits of code and we're all dispensable.

So, sigh. Here we are and it's Saturday. I'm going to endeavor to remember that I have a light. And perhaps today, to actually be a light.