domingo 5 de marzo 2017
Suffer all you must, but get on with it. Life will not wait for you to stop hurting to continue unfolding. You are here NOW, depressed as you are. The shapeless pain in your chest that has kept you up all night is just the rest of your life knocking from within, wanting to get lived. Open the doors. Embrace the brutality. Get out of bed, please. At least go for a messy swim. All those tears are streaming down your face to remind you that you are made of tides and salty sea.
P. P. P.
Ahora: retomo el pie forzado original de este archivo digital - documentar mi práctica diaria de movimiento en la orilla en 100 palabras