For my first Instagram post (yes, I’m about eight years behind the curve–again, no one should hire me to predict trends), I posted a quote from one of my favorite poems: The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot. When I was in college, I went so far as to type the whole thing in rainbow ink, print and tape it together in multiple sheets, and hang it on my dorm room wall. Needless to say, I had a lot more disposable time back then, but that is not the point. The point is this poem has always resonated with me in multiple ways, from the subject’s social insecurity to his inability to act decisively. I joined Instagram in an attempt to connect with the world as I pursue something I have always wanted to do–writing–but never believed was possible in a practical universe. This pursuit may not disturb the universe at large but it certainly has disrupted me.