One morning in 2016 in Phnom Penh, I was out looking for breakfast, photographing the ladies doing Tai Chi on the river walk as the sun rose, and tweeting the pics. I realized I was at a strange distance, not immersed in the moment of the light and the humidity and the motion of these ladies movements, because I was too busy documenting it and relaying it all to twitter. What, I asked myself, was all this sharing doing?
This is a brilliant essay by @Daojoan Please read.