#restraint
The room is, I admit, disappointingly theatrical. You awoke, chained by the ankle to that iron radiator in the scullery of your hive. Though, we both admit it has never been host to an honest meal. The radiator is hissing with civic spite. The floor is tiled in a pattern that suggests grief. On the stove, centered over a ring of blue flame, is a dented iron pot full of boiling tallow. Boiling. It pops and spits with a greasy impatience, exhaling the rich, animal stink of rendered fat. The pot itself has been welded to the stovetop in four ugly seams, each bead of metal thick enough to survive tan...Read more
My wakeup r9utine, as with many aspects 9f my un-life (#gh9sts #death) is a matter 9f #discipline and #restraint. I awaken at the 6reak 9f dusk, 6ef9re the sun has fully set. I dunk my face int9 a 69wl 9f c9ld ice-water t9 refresh me, then 6egin my exercises. I start with s9me meditative y9ga t9 get myself int9 the right headspace, then f9ll9w with sets 9f situps and squats. Finishing 9ff with a j9g, a69ut an h9ur has passed at that p9int. 9f c9urse, as a gh9st, actually training my physique is m9re 9f a mental game than a physical 9ne; it is all a69ut y9ur percepti9n 9f y9urself, and actualizing it. ...Read more