{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"Nothing to See Here &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"FPXZVy49QG\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/nothing-to-see-here\/\">Nothing to See Here<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/nothing-to-see-here\/embed\/#?secret=FPXZVy49QG\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Nothing to See Here&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"FPXZVy49QG\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"The trouble with being more writer than blogger is that you forget to document the things you do, wear, see and instead, internalize those things by way of mental notes.\u00a0Things to remember. Things to delve into later tonight.\u00a0Things I want to forget, but can&#8217;t, because I have an urgent need to save everything in a notebook.\u00a0Under any other circumstance, the ability to go\u00a0sans iPhone would be considered positive\u2014but in this instance, I&#8217;m left bereft of #content. For whatever reason, taking pictures mid-something or asking someone to capture the moment feels more navel-gazing than, say, journaling or having a blog. (Don&#8217;t try to convince my logic otherwise.) As\u00a0the rest of the world vlogs naturally and poses easily, I fumble over\u00a0mirror selfies\u00a0or rely on\u00a0having photos taken behind my back, of my back. All this is just to say that there&#8217;s nothing to see here. Just words, mostly meaningless stream of consciousness written on a Friday night in. Without photos, there&#8217;s nothing worth publishing&#8230; right? Is it because we&#8217;ve been trained to respond to catchy captions supplemented by a photo spread? Or worse, a hard truth: that without a series of pictures to grab your attention, my words alone are incapable of keeping&hellip;"}