Endstagram

Done. Finally. I’m officially without instagram account right now and it was a long-lasting process. Firstly my conscience: lots of cool pics and personal highlights get lost. Secondly my memory: What was this damn password? I needed it to delete my account.

Snoop Dogg posted once „I’d rather chill by myself than be around this fake shit, word up.“ And exactly this fake shit was responsible for my decision. A mainly surreal world dazzling us with staged perfectionism. A narcissistic society mutating more and more in the wrong direction. No thanks. I’m out.

Bsnstl without presence in social media. It’s my very personal sign to this virtual fake out there. No one of these like collectors will give a fuck about my step. But it feels so good. As well as the fact that I could save some of my pics before I eliminated my profile.