In the absence of context, assume it's my opinion
Putting one’s work out into the world is perhaps the purest example of being known. What a mortifying ordeal.
I type too many words about whatever catches my interest on a (semi) weekly basis and take pictures of things.
Some of the work here is produced in the effort to acquire a journalism degree (i.e. it was assigned) and will be tagged accordingly. It’s fairly easy to tell, though, as no professor in their right mind would ask a student to write about Boneghazi.
Be safe out there.

