This post is dedicated to those of us wrestling back our attention from platforms that so easily manipulate how we feel about ourselves and the world.
A summer in analog is one resting the eyes from over-bright screens.
Looking at the faces of friends in the flesh.
Fingertips sensing the feedback of pen on paper.
It's hot out.
Some of us, once lizard like, now heat intolerant, get good at spending time inside.
Sit outside when the weather breaks.
Gaze over top of historic buildings while you and the homie kick it on the apartment fire escape.
Nobody on the internet has to see the film photos you snap.
Artbooks and blank pages.
Open mental space.
Phone on DND.
Burn incense all day.
Savor your precious life.
