no one warns you that your own devices were iphones with endless content to scroll through as you inch slowly but surely towards a state of mechanical abstraction until you’re left to them
no one’s filmmaking as hard these days as 45 year old saudi snapchatters in cairo. setting up the dolly zoom for a stale cortado to communicate the fall of man. making love letters to the genre of posting your food on stories. sometimes i’ve seen them recce the local coffee shop.