Are you tired of voyeurs? Tired of poseurs? This post is for you.
What do dissipated youth do in their free time ? our elders used to wonder.
Modern youth says ‘Just check Instagram.’
I say the cloud’s most popular gallery has only perpetrated the mystique. The shadowed sole of a foot, the white edge of a table and the hulking silhouette of a MacBook at half-mast: what do these profundities mean?
Alas that I can’t say. With no Instagram, my exhibitionist streak has not been not highly developed. Per contra, perhaps it’s because I don’t possess the exhibitionist streak that I have no Instagram.
It was as I lay there, arranged attractively on the sun-warmed grass of the English Garden, that I pondered this question.
My peripheral vision was intensely occupied by small insects making steady progress towards my prone young body; my subconscious, by a pleasing cognizance of my vulnerability to the predatory instincts of both gawkers and gnats.
Not one passerby obliged me, but the gnats certainly did.