Peace from a point in the day where I can hear my own breath.
Muta est (mute one) began as a form of running silently throughout these capitalistic days in order to absorb all the interactions of myself with this "reality" capitalism presents in order to revolt. Historically, I've never been one to participate in the external cinematic diatribes presented in everyday life. The pseudocommunication forms this society unwillingly creates hasn't really convinced me to partake, but I desperately wish to bring change to these forms of culture and politics, and attempt to adjust how capitalism mediates apathy and revolution, at least for me.
I propose an unorganized running guild that wishes to not be malnourished consciously. To listen, but to conduct our own experiments. To practice alleviating ourselves from our own systematic way of thinking, and embrace the dérive.
Everyday I run, I am closer to bringing myself to life, and to participate in it equally with my personality.
Readers, there are days when it doesn't feel like I've thought about anything productive. So I ask myself this afternoon, who's in charge?
Take us to your leader,
I, who found time to write.