Are You Actually Riding, Or Just Collecting Content?
On pre-memory, phantom audiences, and the peculiar curse of touring in the Instagram age, plus what actually helps when you realize you've become a ghost in your own adventure.
The alpine meadow spreads before me like something from a fever dream, wildflowers rioting in purple and gold, the kind of light that photographers spend careers chasing. I’m standing here, straddling my loaded bike, and my first thought isn’t wonder.
It’s framing.
This would kill on Instagram.
Th…
