Park hour

I spent yesterday doing on and off parcour. I'm not the most agile person ever, and most of what is done looks more scrambling up and down buildings, rather than the idealised flips and dives that activity brings to mind.

Parcour is amazing, not because it is a fun way to exercise or because it makes you look cool, but because it recontextualises the world you live in. Previously, the sidewalk was for walking and there was never any reason to look up. Now I know that you can see the stars where they were previously blocked out by streetlamps, a tall building is all it takes.

Things have not changed OR Pajama days

I feel more unclean after a day reading comics and fucking around on the internet than I do after dumpster diving. My body feels as though it is becoming a thick paste. I know there are things I can be doing but my attention span makes them impossible. I know the computer is only partially to blame for the fact that I can't fixate on one thing for very long.

I fucking hate the internet.

This probably won't be my last blog post, but it should be.