there is a sort of heightened reality that takes hold during strenuous exercise - an altered state, a dreamstate
in my semi-daily bike excursions along the Hudson Riverpath - intense visions of the lush swaying almost iridescent green of the trees and underbrush, swampy scents of pooling muddy tributaries, the rhythmic cicada concerto ringing in ear & bone
a deep sensuous experience imprinted on the brain - every ride
in my semi-daily bike excursions along the Hudson Riverpath - intense visions of the lush swaying almost iridescent green of the trees and underbrush, swampy scents of pooling muddy tributaries, the rhythmic cicada concerto ringing in ear & bone
a deep sensuous experience imprinted on the brain - every ride
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feels as though I'm gradually lifting myself out of the morass of what has been a decades-long wasteland of backsliding and disgrace
Ha! know that feeling!
'Backsliding' is such a great word, I must learn how to use it...
I've been thinking, lately, of my life as inhabiting a kind of high, and rarified, but desperately arid plateau. If I can articulate this properly, I'll put it in my journal.
I'm sure you're right re. freedom of speech in Amerika: i.e. you're fine so long as you've got money behind you. Kinda depressing really. I'm afraid that is as astute as my political commentary is going to get tonight, halfway into a bottle of South African ros...