As my flu was settling on me yesterday, I laid on the couch and flipped through Instagram photos from 2012. There were a little over 500 of the colourful little picture tiles. A coffee date, an art project, a show, a trip.I know people are often ragging on Instagram for being an evil tool of narcissism and for keeping people from just living their lives without worrying about pausing the moment to take a picture or think of a witty caption {and that's true sometimes, I guess}. But how cool is it to be able to sit back after a year has passed and see at least one moment from each of those 365 days?