last week i ran a marathon by myself. no plan. i just figured out a route and did it on my own. no official race, no starting line, no official course markings, no aid stations, no crowd, no other runners. once i finished i was a bit hesitant to write about it. i think i was unsure of why i wanted to do this, but part of me wanted to explore, if there is no fanfare attached to doing something, would i still want to do it?
i realize now i that am a hypocrite that has ruined his own experiment via this post but i did want to think my way through it and that’s what this journal is for. (plus i’m convinced so few people actually read this newsletter that it doesn’t really matter).
i’m sure there’s some deeper connection here about why social media sorta bothers me more and more these days, the whole “if you don’t post it, did it even happen?” meme is half-baked into our subconscious and everyone simultaneously agrees it’s cringe while also subscribing to it (myself included at times).
i think that’s why i’ve found so much joy making music by myself and also with friends. we can just work for the day, no one knows it’s happening and that’s enough.
-felix