I don't really get it either and I'm about the same age as you. I feel like I don't get it to such an extreme that I actually am not sure I understand the artic

I don't really get it either and I'm about the same age as you. I feel like I don't get it to such an extreme that I actually am not sure I understand the article at all. I like to take pictures of lots of things, I like to take pictures of lots of mundane things also, I like to take pictures with friends, of the various apartments I've had in messy states, candid photos of my loved ones just like the person in the article. I love taking photos of those things because I want to have aids in remembering what has happened and transpired. I want to remember fully what all my apartments used to look like and the things I used to own. I want to remember my father in his old age, I want to remember obscure spots I went hiking once and forgot all about. I want to have these memories stored outside my volatile brain-memory. I don't post a single one of them on social media at all. I have zero compulsion to do so in any way, shape, or form! I do enjoy pulling out a photo sometimes when a conversation comes up it might relate to or when I want to say "hey look at us a few years back ahaha!" but that is not very often. I can't understand the authors perspective.