I met someone on zoom (which is not at all like meeting them in real life, pre-COVID style) who admitted a similar disdain for Instagram (and social media). I felt joy in this shared sentiment; gratitude for their share. It’s nice to feel connected to each other. That night I had a dream about a stone couch on the steep side of a mountain. A smooth flow of water started pouring over it after I’d hefted a flat stone with a wedge base over the arm of the couch.