An untitled self-portrait by Francesca Woodman
An untitled self-portrait by Francesca Woodman

“It was two weeks before Death Waits could sit up and prod at a keyboard with his broken hands.” (Doctorow 287)

Can impairment lead to profundity?

It would be less than insightful to point out the fact that abundance and availability makes for a situation where certain tools and freedoms are taken for granted. It wouldn’t be nonsensical, in this case, to promote self-controlled limitations. Is this not why Whitney’s Polaroid travels peaked much of our classes’ attention? And didn’t we practically shun the iPhone-instant-photo device as some sort of atrocity? Perhaps some of us found beauty, not just in the haunting faded-memory impact portrayed by the photographs, but in the admirable restrictions Whitney was able to impose upon the documenting of her vacation?