Photos flowing through the timeline.
Photos disappearing, being washed away by someone's thumb.
My photos are also drifting the universe of the net, fading away somewhere soon.
The long SNS text and image data continues to flow as a flood.Even in this moment now.
While there is no feeling that I am connected with the world, I take pictures of things that are not fully connected in the same way as me.
The lonely want something to connect to.
They are gathered, the new world is set up.
So as to walk the planet I do not know, I walk there.