Cycling

It’s something I’ve been doing a lot recently. The feeling of mastering your itinerary, of forcing concrete backwards and clawing at the horizon. Contemplating one’s position on life’s great meandering trail of logic driven pursuits whilst constantly doing battle with the vagaries of borderline sociopathy and moral obsoletion. Blotting out pedestrian talk and suburban chatter - obtaining brief respite from innumerable and unrelenting twenty-first century annoyances. Learning not to magnify, for fear of missing the forest for the shrub. Learning that we exist in literal eternity, but practical finity. A sharp intake of breath, upon each and every salient realization. Chiselling the imperfections. Moulding effigies. Seeing some things from a different angle and rolling cigarettes in unlikely places. Enduring the slings of life, but being so tired at the end of it all. Yes, I could get used to cycling.