A thousand selfies won’t tell you what you were thinking. Write a few lines about this year somewhere.

Photographs record surfaces, so a few thousand of them can leave no trace of what the year was actually like: what you were worried about, who you could not stop thinking about, what you were hoping would happen. The inside of a year disappears completely unless somebody writes it down while it is still true.

Write half a page this week about where things stand, the people and the worry and the thing you want. Date it, put it somewhere dull, and do it again in six months.