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.


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