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I’m not like most people,” I said carefully. “I don’t feel the need to post all of my thoughts and experiences on the internet, or see anyone else’s thoughts and experiences. I’d rather take my time to understand someone piece by piece. I don’t want to condense anyone down to a blurb or caption. I want to hold and treasure every piece, and I want someone to do the same to me.

Images are taking over, and writers are a dying breed. The Norman Mailers of today are reduced to writing pun-filled captions for paparazzi photos. Blogs--which were threatening enough to professional writers--are being replaced by video blogs. We writers need to embraced the Second Commandment as our rallying cry for the importance of words. In a literally biblical world, all publications would look like the front page of the Wall Street Journal. Or the way it used to look, anyway.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art claims to be the largest in the western hemisphere. It's right, but I'm not too sure about the arts bit. Don't misunderstand me. It's got tons of genuine art. It's also got tons of stuff that is hard to classify. I can't come to grips with a massive cube with a grandiose title. I allow that it's art, but not my sort. I need the big stone block to tell me something about the bloke whose name's on the caption, and it doesn't. That off my chest, I admit that any place with 3.3 million works of art truly is a wonder.

We've taken it away too much, the funeral people take over. No. Let people bury their own." "Do you think it helps people to go through the process and be intimately involved?" "Yes of course, of course!" It's the most emphatic Steve has been about anything. "Keep the body at home, put it on the dining table, let the kids sleep under the table, paint the coffin, decorate it, eat. When my brother died we had fights over the coffin drinking whiskey. I remember one brother pounding Bill's coffin 'Oh you bastard!' It was our lives. We carried the coffin, we filled in the hole. I used to work in the garden as a boy with my father. And I dug the hole to put his plants in and filled in the hole. In the end we put Dad into the ground and I helped my brothers fill in the hole. We need to do it ourselves." "Why do you think it helps to have that involvement?" "It's our responsibility, it's not to help, it's enabling us to grieve, it's enabling us to go through it together. Otherwise it's taken away and whoosh - it's gone. And you can't grieve. You've got to feel, you've got to touch, you've got to be there." Steve is passionate. He reaches into his bag to pull out something to show me. It's an old yellowing newspaper clipping. The caption reads 'Devastation: a woman in despair at the site of the blasts near the Turkey-Syrian border'. The photograph is a woman, she has her arms open to the sky and she is wailing, her head thrown back. "I pray in front of that" Steve tells me as I look at it. "That's a wonderful photo of the pain of our world. I don't know if she's lost relatives or what's blown up. You have a substance to your life if you've felt pain, you've got understanding, that's where compassion is, it makes you a deeper richer human being.

I scan my apps to find a new notification—it’s from Instagram. One new follower. I gasp when I open it. Graeme Cracker_Collins has followed me. Graham Cracker. My own private nickname for him. My heart gallops and my chest aches. I click on the tiny photo of Graeme, his face smiling at me from underneath his windswept hair. He’s posted three photos from the Galápagos, and one of them is of me, although you can’t exactly tell. It’s the one he snapped in the highlands. A sunburst obscures most of my face, casting it in shadow, but the outline of my profile cuts a dramatic figure against the trees. I tap on the photo to read the caption. Graeme Cracker_Collins: To the woman who inspired me to rejoin the world, “thank you” will never be enough. Graeme already has more than two hundred followers, many of whom have left messages of love and welcome. Clearly, friends and extended family. Ryan_Collins206 commented on the photo of me: “Who is this woman? I need to give her a kiss.” I swallow past the painful lump in my throat. Graeme has officially returned to the world. Heart cracking, I follow him back.

techniques 2 ========== The Ultimate Sales Letter: Attract New Customers. Boost your Sales. (Kennedy, Dan S.) - Your Highlight at location 1622-1630 | Added on Friday, 15 August 2014 10:09:51 illustrations, graphics, charts, and photos to help set them apart. CAPITALIZATION — Use capitalization to set off a single (or two or three) word(s) which need extra emphasis. Use sparingly, since oftentimes it's perceived as “shouting.” Captions — These should always be used under illustrations, graphics, charts, and photos, because captions are one of the most often read Copy Cosmetic enhancements when placed next to an

Horserothbrine,” said Spidroth, reading the caption over an image of a horse’s head on a person’s body. “He can summon exploding horses,” said Alex. “Yeah, um, that one needs a bit of work,” said Carl. Spidroth looked angrier than Dave had ever seen her — which was pretty angry. “You realize…” said Spidroth, barely able to get her words out, “that I had ninety-six other siblings, all of whom perished? And now you want to make up more of them … for a comic book?” “Yeah, maybe that wasn’t such a great idea,” said Carl, looking sheepish. For a moment, Spidroth looked like she was going to pull out her sword and strike Carl and Alex down, but instead, she stormed off, chucking the piece of paper with Horserothbrine onto the floor. “I think you two need to abandon the idea of Herobrine having more long-lost children,” Dave said to Carl and Alex. “Good idea,” said Carl.

My greatest writing ambition is to write and publish fiction precisely because it is so incredibly hard for me to really be able to sustain the perspective of multiple characters. This challenge is also part of the reason for using those captions when watching videos. I need as much help as I can to understand what’s going on with the plays if I’m to stick with the plot. And no matter how much illustrative language an author uses, I cannot actually imagine the faces and places she describes. Never do I get to a movie and think, “Oh, that’s not how I imagined it to look.

In the above-captioned case, the motive or original intent of the UNSUB was burglary of cash and/or other valuables. With the unexpected appearance of one of the residents of the house, the crime devolved into a homicide. The motivation was both sexual opportunism and the need to eliminate the only witness.

If you want to trick someone with a photograph, there are lots of easy ways to do it. You don’t need Photoshop. You don’t need sophisticated digital photo-manipulation. You don’t need a computer. All you need to do is change the caption.

To Instagram, then; she needed visual candy: oh look, a new post from Rachel, a car-fie, a caption about the golden hour, a Louis Vuitton duffel in the background. God, she was so self-obsessed; had she aged even a day since they’d graduated? Had she done something to her lips, or was it just a filter? Anjali scrolled back through Rachel’s older posts, even though she had seen and summarily judged them all before, shifting in her seat, attempting to ignore the sensation in her bladder. Oh no—had she accidentally liked one? She tapped again. The heart disappeared, then reappeared. Had she tapped twice? Thrice? Was the Wi-Fi even working? Had she ever responded to that text from Rachel? She had to have, right? The things you did, the places your mind went, when you needed to pee. She swore her brain