5/7: the photos. of broccolis, dogs, d8s with h8s

The photos from this Sunday! If it weren’t for the words, I would have only remembered the happy memories documented in my camera! I rage against the machine of social media curation like any other good, overthinking millennial, but here I am curating the construction of my rear-view memory through the things I choose to document.

Though it would have been awkward and rude and invasive (and unpicturesque!) to try to document that struggley mom at that Aldi, I suppose. Photodocumentation is no joke, man.