We vacate the moment in order to document it (and share that record), then end up remembering the photograph rather than the experience itself. Four decades before smartphones and Instagram, Italo Calvino captured this with brilliant poignancy in contemplating photography and the art of presence: “The life that you live in order to photograph it is already, at the outset, a commemoration of itself.” This compulsive commemoration consumes a great deal of our lives today and sustains entire business models.
The Psychology of Time and the Paradox of How Impulsivity and Self-Control Mediate Our Capacity for Presence
I’ve been thinking recently about how I’ve started using photography as a substitute for memory--so much so that I don’t even know if I “remember” how to encode memories without a photograph. So I’m challenging myself to take fewer pictures in general-- use it only as an art form, a way to portray reality in a new light-- culminating in a month with no photos taken whatsoever. We’ll see.
Maybe it’ll help me be a better writer, or more conscious in the moment.









