August Ennui
We are told in times like these that it is helpful to maintain a routine. My boyfriend practices Pilates, because his ex-girlfriend teaches Pilates. “It suits my body,” he says, and this seems fitting as he possesses a feminine energy. I say nothing, because I used to be a dancer, which is the art form Joseph Pilates based his butt-lifting, core-strengthening exercises upon. What was the artist’s warm-up, the devotional prayer before the act of creation, has been relegated to YouTube videos promising long, lean muscles to the masses. One must maintain a routine. As for me, I’ve taken to engulfing CBD before floating in my bathtub. There, wrinkled fingers swiping up, I shop online for a new job, for understanding, for a time machine to go back to March.
