Sorry words, I’ve been cheating on you

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then I’ve written the next great American novel via Instagram.

I realized recently that I’ve been completely remiss in posting to the site and tried to get to the root of the cause. It turns out that I haven’t bothered writing here since I installed Instagram on my phone. In the last five months I have published 0 blog posts and 438 Instagram photos. In the photos-to-words conversion that’s 438,000 words, or roughly a prose trilogy.

So, what have I been up to in my hiatus from writing? That question is probably best answered by looking at what I take photos of.

Things I eat:

 

Things I drink:

 

Pollution:

 

Blue skies:

 

Beijing randoms:

 

Flowers:

 

Chinese people:

 

Buildings (an extension of blue skies):

 

Hilariously bad English:

 

So, now you’re basically caught up with my life of recent. I promise I’ll throw words at you with higher frequency, but in the mean time you can follow me on Instagram to see what I’m up to on a daily basis. In the past few weeks this has included a new obsession with photographing mops, which if you live in Beijing makes (almost) perfect sense.