no one’s filmmaking as hard these days as 45 year old saudi snapchatters in cairo. setting up the dolly zoom for a stale cortado to communicate the fall of man. making love letters to the genre of posting your food on stories. sometimes i’ve seen them recce the local coffee shop.
no one warns you that your own devices were iphones with endless content to scroll through as you inch slowly but surely towards a state of mechanical abstraction until you’re left to them