In the age of Instagram, images are fodder for boredom.
Scrolling fills time, launching a quick shot of dopamine that lasts as long as the viewer consumes it. And then we promptly shift back to reality, looking at the world like running images on a wall.
Photography tempts the eyeballs to glance but rarely does it do something other than staring at its contents.
With content plentiful attention is scarce, overwhelmed by the prison of the feed. The quality of history gets overlooked and underappreciated.