Yesterday morning I deleted my Instagram account.
Three, nearly 4 years worth of memories from Japan. With nearly 2500 photos, that’s a lot of time spent photographing and ultimately, preserving what I considered to be important aspects of my life and happenings in the world around me.
So, why then, did I decide to delete it?
For a number of reasons.
Firstly, I’m of the mind that 2016 deserves to be forgotten. Too much shit went down that was fucked up and I have no desire to remember the majority of it was snapshots. I’m not avoiding it; believe me, I have gone over every minute detail in my head many, many times and now it’s time to leave it where it deserves to be: in the past.
The second reason is probably the most important: I don’t want anything to do with anyone from last year either. For most people unfortunately they’re guilty only by association, but that’s enough for me. I had already unfollowed everyone in Hiroshima as the first step, but I realised that I didn’t want them seeing my life anymore either. A friend suggested I block them, which I also did, before saying I should just make my profile private.
My response: if you don’t want anyone but friends to see your photos, why have an Instagram account? You can just email or message the photos directly to your friends.
Thirdly, I’m starting a new book, that is, a new chapter in my life and there’s no need to keep reminding myself of Hiroshima. Why waste time on a place where I will no longer live? To me, that’s not being fully present in the time and place where I currently am? I know in my heart that I’ve already left; it’s simply my body that is still here. My mind moved sometime ago.
I don’t need an Insta(gram)nt Reminder of the past. There’s too much happening in the present.