Purity is often associated with consistency. Textures like linen, glass, and ground up sand all highlight a type of blandness, an irreducibility. The fibers and grains come together to paint a picture, one that’s not really dependent on any specific aesthetic preference.
The harsh rays of the sun are meditative. The dessert is motionless, nothing to disturb an empty tranquility. It’s in heat we find peace. Each extraneous action costs more, each iota of energy used is punished. It’s a waiting game.
When I’m in a sauna, I feel disgusting. Sweat leaks from my body. My hair dampens across my body, particularly my chest as I remain still. There are no thoughts here. They are too costly. I must remain vigilant, ready to finish my sentence.
I enjoy the sauna. There’s a sense of reward that comes from outlasting the heat, taking slow breaths and accepting the overwhelming pressure.
Atlas for an hour. But, after you are able to leave.
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