It's not bullshit, is it?There's something about these pics that really satisfy/indulge my most depressive understanding/whims about exercise as this alienating, forced activity where a person sublimates their desires for instant gratification in lieu of some fantasy of the body as this external, social jigsaw piece. I don't know.
I think there's something to this idea of infrastructural progress on the geographic body that resonates with my understanding of excercise on a anthropo-bodily level.
Maybe aftermath of exercise? Exercise as a kind of war on the body, whatever doesn't kill you? A war on any physical body, the earth? Social bodies?Sites and aftermath where exercise, a kind of below-threshold assault on bodies, takes place.
Maybe a couple more? I have one of Matias's bathroom that hopefully he won't think is creepy. That one follows a different line of thought, but is more overtly exercisey.
Living exercise! A kind of suburb feel in the silverlake hills. I love the eerie, stage-like light in the suburbs. where excercise has come to mean what it does to me. excersize as a means to diet, where diet has more to do with witholding satisfaction than "a diet", which would be satisfying-bodily-needs.
I'm a little loopy at 4am. I've forgotten how to spell excercise.
last one I swearToGod.to contrast the more suburban-looking sliverlake houses.
I'm glad you're not just disgusted with my late-night rambling.
from Eric Lindley
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