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The weekly record of not much


There’s this thing S and I do where we post photos on Sunday nights every week to record the year.

Every weekend I look at my phone gallery and there are 56 photos of stuff on site, 1 or 2 of food, maybe a page of a book, my legs in front of TV. Not much really. So on Saturday or Sunday I force myself to go for a walk after work, just so I have an image of something other than working and eating. I believe the weekly record has served its purpose.

I find it sad on an inspirational level. But so very true.

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