In the 14th century, a merchant in Venice pulled out a notebook, a few pens, and put together “a page-sized patchwork of his afternoon.” It was called a zibaldone, and was a hybrid diary, doodle pad, scrapbook, and ledger, reinforcing that a desire to record our days has been thriving long before social media apps were conceived.
Open our Instagram feed, and you might be surprised at what you discover. Wild Words has an account, but there are only nine photos, which is all you’ll see for the foreseeable future. Right now, I’m consciously choosing not to build a community on Instagram. This might be an unpopular choice, but I’m not interested in anyone else’s opinion. I’m interested in my sanity.