I have problems with control. Not in terms of other people, but in regards to how I approach my body, my life, my circumstances. I obsess with personal optimization; I calculate my hours by profit margins. Not a day goes by where I’m not aware of the declining numbers of weeks I possess. I think often about what my death would like: the statistical probability of it being cancer or heart disease, diabetes or dementia. The efficacy of each death. What would hurt, what would not. Whether I should begin figuring out what to do with my earthly possessions now (yes) rather than later.
I try to write everyday. Though I find that if I go more than a day without making muscles I can no longer write. I think that may be the “process” for weightlifting writers.
I try to write everyday. Though I find that if I go more than a day without making muscles I can no longer write. I think that may be the “process” for weightlifting writers.