September 16, 2019
If I could find just the correct movement, joints in all the right places, each curving arc of my hands as fluid as could be, and just make it, perhaps I could hold still.
In a frictionless vacuum, perhaps, but you don’t live in one.
There must be some equation to define it. Some mathematical perfection.
You know as well as I that those don’t always map to reality, messy as it is.
- ally 19 — the ally and I swapped roles.