deteriorate

rather than deliberate self-destruction, i seem rather set on letting my body go to shit naturally, without doing much to stand in it's way. me being the clumsy type, there've been enough wounds, injuries, and accidents through the years that, without any of them being particularly major (by my standards), their combined effects are starting to make themselves felt, particularly in the winter. hands, knees, teeth, and eyes, all slowly deteriorating. my writing and cooking days are numbered, as are my days of walking miles back and forth across the city to get to work, and i imagine photography won't be as enjoyable when i can barely see...

c'est la vie. all things are temporary, everything withers and dies. this is not meant to be depressing, or defeatist; it's simple truth. perhaps it feels only right to view and interact with a dying world/culture/civilization via a deteriorating medium.