Biker Dudes. Tampa, 1996.

I’ve been rummaging through old pictures from a Canon ELPH APS film camera I used to use. APS (Advanced Photo System) was supposed to be the next big thing in film photography. Or something like that. I was an early adopter but gave up on it a few years later when digital cameras became a credible and affordable option. I do not know who these gentlemen were.

It might just be the egregiously bad day I’ve been having but looking through these and other old pictures has made me melancholy. The past is silent. I can’t have a relationship with something that cannot produce sound.

I decided to dust off my dormant Sorabji Twitter account, strictly for my own amusement. Here is today’s Tweet (speaking of sound). I have no memory of the story linked to in that Tweet, but I don’t think I made it up. It aligns with a time I met my friend Chris in San Francisco. He was a friend from high school.